Bob Dylan - Chimes of freedom

Far be^Gtween sundown's ^Dfinish and ^Gmidnight's broken ^Ctoll We ^Gducked inside the ^Cdoorway as ^Dthunder went ^Gcrashing As ma^Gjestic bells of ^Dbolts struck ^Gshadows in the ^Csounds ^GSeeming to be the ^Dchimes of freedom ^Gflashing ^DFlashing for the warriors whose ^Gstrength is not to fight ^CFlashing for the ^Grefugees on the ^Amunarmed road of ^Dflight And for ^Geach and every ^Dunderdog ^Gsoldier in the ^Cnight And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashing

^GThrough the city's melted ^Dfurnace, unexp^Gectedly we ^Cwatched With ^Gfaces hidden ^Das the walls were ^Gtightening ^D As the ^Gecho of the ^Dwedding bells ^Gbefore the blowing ^Crain ^GDissolved into the ^Dbells of the ^Glighting ^DTolling for the rebel, ^Gtolling for the rake ^CTolling for the ^Gluckless, the ^Amabandoned and ^Dforsaked ^GTolling for the ^Doutcast burnin' ^Gconstantly at ^Cstake And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashing

^GThrough the mad mystic ^Dhammering of the ^Gwild ripping ^Chail The s^Gky cracked its p^Doems in naked wond^Ger ^D That the ^Gclinging of the ^Dchurch bells blew ^Gfar into the ^Cbreeze ^GLeaving only bells of ^Dlightning and its ^Gthunder ^D Striking for the gentle, ^Gstriking for the kind ^CStriking for the ^Gguardians and ^Amprotectors of the ^Dmind And the ^Gpoet and the ^Dpainter far be^Ghind his rightful ^Ctime And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashing

In the ^Gwild cathedral ^Devening the ^Grain unraveled ^Ctales For the ^Gdisrobed faceless ^Dforms of no p^Gosition ^{D G}Tolling for the ^Dtongues with no ^Gplace to bring their ^Cthoughts All ^Gdown in taken-for-g^Dranted ^Gsituations ^DTolling for the deaf and blind, ^Gtolling for the mute For the ^Cmistreated, mateless ^Gmother, the mis^Amtitled prosti^Dtute For the ^Gmisdemeanor out^Dlaw, chained and ^Gcheated by pur^Csuit And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashing

Even ^Gthough a cloud's white ^Dcurtain in a ^Gfar-off corner ^Cflared And the ^Ghypnotic splattered ^Dmist was slowly ^Glifting ^D Electric ^Glight still struck like ^Darrows, ^Gfired but for the ^Cones ^GCondemned to drift or ^Delse be kept from ^Gdrifting ^DTolling for the searching ones, on their ^Gspeechless, seeking trail For the ^Clonesome-hearted ^Glovers with too ^Ampersonal a ^Dtale And for ^Geach unharmful, ^Dgentle soul mis^Gplaced inside a ^Cjail And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashing

^GStarry-eyed and ^Dlaughing, as I re^Gcall when we were ^Ccaught ^GTrapped by no track of ^Dhours for they hanged sus^Gpended ^D As we ^Glistened one last ^Dtime and we ^Gwatched with one last ^Clook ^GSpellbound and ^Dswallowed 'til the tolling ^Gended ^DTolling for the aching, whose ^Gwounds cannot be nursed For the ^Ccountless confused, ^Gaccused, misused, ^Amstrung-out ones and ^Dworse And for ^Gevery hung-up ^Dperson in the ^Gwhole wide uni^Cverse And we ^Ggazed upon the ^Cchimes of ^Dfreedom ^Gflashing