"Bob Dylan's Dream" was recorded by Peter, Paul and Mary for their seventh studio release, Album 1700, which was released in March of 1967. This record was one of the first albums I remember listening to at a very young age. It's another of the records I came to through the album collection of my older cousins....and it is absolutely included in the first few albums which started me down the path to a lifelong love of rock and roll music. Happy to do something for this tune, probably my very favorite from the album...might work up something for a couple of other favorite tracks eventually....lots of great work by Peter, Paul and Mary! Album 1700 produced the band's most successful and final hit — "Leaving on a Jet Plane" (a John Denver composition). The album peaked at #15 on Billboard Magazine's Top LP chart and was nominated for a Grammy Award in the Best Folk Performance category. Album 1700 was so named because its original LP issue was Warner Bros. Records catalog# W-1700 for the mono version and WS-1700 for the stereo version. The album stayed on the charts and rose again in 1969, thanks to the single release of "Leaving on a Jet Plane" As usual HUGE THANKS to everyone who's art contributed to this new art.....THANK YOU!!! and also of course THANK YOU for watching...hope you enjoy the vid! [Lyrics] While riding on a train goin’ west I fell asleep for to take my rest I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concerning myself and the first few friends I had With half-damp eyes I stared to the room Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon Where we together weathered many a storm Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words were told, our songs were sung Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old We thought we could sit forever in fun But our chances really was a million to one As easy it was to tell black from white It was all that easy to tell wrong from right And our choices were few and the thought never hit That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split How many a year has passed and gone And many a gamble has been lost and won And many a road taken by many a friend And each one I’ve never seen again I wish, I wish, I wish in vain That we could sit simply in that room again Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that nobel prize literature poet peter yarrow 25th anniversary 60s