Song for Bob Dylan (In Concert: John Peel, mono) Lyrics

Ah, hear this, Robert Zimmerman
I′ll sing a song for you
About a strange young man named Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Those words and true vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
But a few more people on
Put the fear in the whole lot more

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
With a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
That′ll send her home again

You gave your soul to every bedsit room
With each picture on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them what they saw
But then we lost your train of thought
Your paintings, all your own
While troubles were rising
We'd rather be scared together than alone

Ah, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
With a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
That′ll send her home again

Ah, hear this, Robert Zimmerman
I don′t suppose we'll meet
Just ask your good friend Dylan
If he′d gaze a while down the old street
Tell him we lost his poems
Now we're writing on the walls
Just give us back our unity
Just give us back our families
We′re every nation's refugees
Don′t leave us with this sand

Ah, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
With a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
That'll send her home again

Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She′ll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
With a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
That′ll send her home again
With a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
That'll send her home again

That′s called "Here She Comes" or "Song for Bob Dylan"
And it was George Underwood, painter and singer
And that was very nice indeed, I thought
Written by David, anyway