Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sail into the mist.
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon.
Oh, oh oh, Jokerman.
Dylan, from Jokerman