Songwriter: Bob Dylan

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you

Though I know that evening's empire
Has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand
But still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me
I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's
Too dead for dreaming

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you

Take me on a trip upon your
Magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering

I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
Madly through the sun
It's not aimed at anyone
It's just escaping on the run
And but for the sky, 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
And if to you he looks blind
I wouldn't worry, it's just a shadow that he's seeing that he's chasing

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you

Take me disappearing
Through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, sheltered trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you

Judy Collins

Judith Marjorie Collins (1 May 1939 -) is an American singer and songwriter best known for her clear soprano voice, imaginative song interpretations and for her social activism. She was born in Seattle, Washington, but grew up in Denver, Colorado. She studied classical piano as a child, but turned to the guitar and folk music in her teens through the influence of Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger.

Collins enjoyed success in folk music from the mid 60s through the 70s, then slowly moved to a more eclectic mix of traditional folk, contem-porary, show tunes and pop. Her discography spans some three dozen albums, with the latest released in 2016.

Collins has also been active in politics and social issues. She actively supported the Youth International Party (the Yippies), founded by Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin. She went to Chicago to support the party’s demonstrations at the 1968 Democratic National Convention. Hoffman, Rubin, and several others were arrested for their protest activities. Collins and writer Norman Mailer, Reverend Jesse Jackson, fellow folk singer Arlo Guthrie testified in support of the so-called Chicago Seven during their trial. Collins is also active in children’s issues. She became a UNICEF goodwill ambassador, and has traveled to Vietnam, Bosnia, Herzegovina and Macedonia in support of their fundraising efforts and their campaign to abolish landmines.