Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Heading Home (Sept. Harvest)

"Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west, 
Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail. 
So it's fare thee well my own true love, 
We'll meet another day, another time." 

from Farewell
by Bob Dylan

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