(Words by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy)
I married Isis on the fifth day of May,
but I could not hold on to her very long.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
for the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
I came to a high place of darkness and light.
the dividing line ran through the center of town.
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right,
went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.
A man in the corner approached me for a match.
I knew right away he was not ordinary.
He said, "Are you lookin` for somethin` easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money." He said, "That ain`t necessary."
We set out that night for the cold in the North.
I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word.
I said, "Where are we goin`?" He said we`d be back by the fourth.
I said, "That`s the best news that I`ve ever heard."
I was thinkin` about turquoise, I was thinkin` about gold,
I was thinkin` about diamonds and the world`s biggest necklace.
As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold,
I was thinkin` about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.
How she told me that one day we would meet up again,
and things would be different the next time we wed,
If I only could hang on and just be her friend.
I still can`t remember all the best things she said.
We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice.
he said, "There`s a body I`m tryin` to find.
If I carry it out it`ll bring a good price."
`twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
The wind it was howlin` and the snow was outrageous.
we chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn.
When he died I was hopin` that it wasn`t contagious,
but I made up my mind that I had to go on.
I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty.
there was no jewels, no nothin`, I felt I`d been had.
When I saw that my partner was just bein` friendly,
when I took up his offer I must-a been mad.
I picked up his body and I dragged him inside,
threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover.
I said a quick prayer but I felt dead inside
then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her, to tell her
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.
blinded by sleep and in need of a bed,
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes.
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.
She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special."
she said, "You look different." I said, "Well, not quite."
She said, "You been gone." I said, "That`s only natural."
she said, "You gonna stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might."
Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child.
what drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
on the fifth day of May in the drizzlin` rain.
