Bob Dylan's Garage Studio, Malibu, CA - May 1993
I came to the place where the Lone Pilgrim lay
And pensively stood by his tomb
When, in a low whisper, I heard something say
How sweetly I sleep here alone.
The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar
And gathering storms may arise
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
The cause of my master compelled me from home
Though kindred or relative nigh
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb
My soul flew to mansions on high.
Go tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not for me now I'm gone
The same hand that led me through scenes most severe
Has kindly assisted me home.