(bob dylan) The winter wind Is blowing so strong My hands have got No gloves Wish to my sole That I could have The boy I'm dreaming of Don't you remember mebabe I remember you quite well Caused me to leave All of new york town With a high sheriff on my tail A high sheriff on my tailboys High sheriff on my trail. All because I've fallen for A curly headed dark-eyed boy Who's gonna stroke Your coal black hair And your sandy colored skin Who's gonna walk you side by side And tell you everything is alright Who's gonna look You straight in the eye And hold your bad luck hand Who's gonna walk you Who's gonna talk to you And who's gonna be your woman The winter wind Is blowing so strong My hands have got No gloves Don't you remember mebabe I remember you quite well