Though I know that England's empire
Let me ban it from my head
Let me blindly hit a stand,
I'm abrandoned on my feet
I don't half know what I mean
And the ancient empty streets
upon your magic swelling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel the grip
Wait only for my food heels
I hear, hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
I hear, hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
In the jingle jangle morning
And if you hear laughing, singing,
swinging madly across the sun
Well it's not aiming at anyone,
it's just escaping on the run
there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces
of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time,
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a ragged clown behind,
it's just a shadow you're
I'm not sleepy and there is
Oh yeah, hey Mr. Tambourine man,
In the jingle jangle morning
through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees
Far from the twist and reach
With the one hand waving free
With all memory and faith
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today
Oh yeah, hey, Mr. Tambourine man,
I'm not sleepy and there is
Oh yeah, hey, Mr. Tambourine man,
In the jingle jangle morning