It's All Over Now, Baby Blue (1965) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

You must leave now, take what you need you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you′d better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun

Look out, the saints are comin' through
And it′s all over now, baby blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets


The sky too is folding over you
And it's all over now, baby blue

All your seasick sailors, they're all rowing home
All your raindeer armies, they′re all going home
The lover who has just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor

The carpet too is moving under you
And it′s all over now, baby blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who′s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore


Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, baby blue