Yonder Comes Sin Songtext
von Bob Dylan

You wanna talk to me
You got many things to say
You want the spirit to be speaking through
But your lust for comfort get in the way

I can read it in your eyes, oh
What your heart will not reveal
And that old evil burden has been draggin′ you down
Bound to grind you 'neath the wheel

Yonder comes sin
(Walkin′ like a man, talkin' like an angel)
Yonder comes sin
(Proud like a peacock, swift like an eagle)

Look at your feet, see where they've been to
Look at your hands, see what they been into
Can′t you take it on the chin?
Yonder comes sin


You see this woman standin′ next to me
She's foreign to your sight
Well, her eyes may be a different colour than mine
But her blood is red and her bones are white

You′ve been seeking them eternal, spiritual things
But your 50 dollar smile confirms
You're still tryin′ to buy your way into the dreams of them
Whose bodies will be food for worms

Yonder comes sin
(Ready and steady, willing and able)
Yonder comes sin
(Standin' on the chair, standin′ on the table)

You look at your feet, see where they've been to
Look at your hands, see what they've been into
Can′t you take it on the chin?
Yonder comes sin

I say, see them six wild horses, honey
You say, I don′t even see one
You say, point them out to me, love
I say, honey, I got to run


My brother's blood is crying from the grave
But you can′t hear the voice
I stand in jeopardy every hour
Wonderin' what reason you have to rejoice

Yonder comes sin
(Down on your knees, down into the ditches)
Yonder comes sin
(Vomiting jewels, vomiting for riches)

Look at your feet, see where they′ve been to
Look at your hands, see what they've been into
Enough to put you to tail-spin
Yonder comes sin, alrigh

Jeremiah preached the repentance
To those that would turn from hell
But the critics all gave him such bad reviews
Put him down at the bottom of a well

He kept on talking anyway
As the people were put into chains
Wasn′t nobody there to say "Bon voyage"
Or shatter any bottles of champagne

Yonder comes sin
(Cracking that whip, just like a feathers)
Yonder comes sin
(Put a knife in your back while talking 'bout the weather)

Look at your feet, see where they've been to
Look at your hands, see what they′ve been into
Can you take it on the chin?
Yonder comes sin (yeah)
Alright