Caribbean Wind Chords

Caribbean Wind
Bob Dylan
 
Intro: G   Bm   Em  C    G  Bm  Em  D  C
 
G                               Bm
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
         Em                           C
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
      G                 Bm            Em         D    C
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
 
G                               Bm
Told about Jesus, told me about the rain,
     Em                           C
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
G              Bm            Em              D   C
By a man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously.
 
G                               Bm
Was she a child or an angel, did we go too far?
     Em                           C
Were we sniper bait?  Did we follow a star?
      G                 Bm              Em                  D   C
Through a hole in a wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.
 
G                               Bm
Could I have been used and played as a pawn?
      Em                           C
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
G                 Bm              Em                 D   C
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated hoax of free speech.
 
Chorus:
         C         D                     G             C
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
G                         C          D
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
         C                D               G                      C
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
G                          C          D             G
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
 
G  Bm  Em  C  G  Bm   Em  D  C
 
G                               Bm
Sea breeze blowing, there’s a hell hound loose
     Em                           C
Three free men will escape from the noose
      G                 Bm         Em                D   C
Patient Paton Saint of Salvation waiting on the knight to arrive.
 
G                               Bm
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
   Em                           C
And she had left him to die in there,
G             Bm          Em            D   C
He was going down slow just barely staying alive.
 
G                               Bm
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
Em                           C
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
    G          Bm         Em         D   C
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
 
G                               Bm
We met at the station where the mission bells ring,
        Em                           C
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
G              Bm             Em         D   C
You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."
 
Chorus:
         C         D                     G             C
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
G                         C          D
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
         C                D               G                      C
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
G                          C          D             G
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
 
G  Bm  Em  C  G  Bm   Em  D  C
 
G                           Bm
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Em                           C
I hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me,
      G                 Bm           Em            D   C
But it's only the silence in the Buttermilk Hills that call.
 
G                               Bm
Every new messenger bringing evil report
   Em                           C
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
G                  Bm              Em                    D   C
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks tearing down the wall.
 
G                               Bm
Did you ever have a dream that you couldn’t explain?
        Em                           C
Did you ever meet two accusers face to face in the rain?
G                 Bm              Em                   D   C
She had cold brown eyes that I would forget has long as she’s gone.
 
G                               Bm
I saw screws break loose, I see the devil pounding on tin,
Em                           C
I saw a house in the country being torn from within.
G                 Bm          Em             D   C
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond.
 
Chorus:
         C         D                     G             C
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
G                         C          D
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
         C                D               G                      C
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
G                          C          D             G
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
 
 
G  Bm  Em  C  G  Bm   Em  D  C
 
(This is the Biograph version released in 1985. I tried my best to correct the lyrics where possible.
Bob has been known to mumble a little - sometimes.)
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