| Song | All Along the Watchtower |
| Artist | Lisa Gerrard |
| Album | The Black Opal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| “There must be some way out of here” | |
| Said the joker to the thief | |
| “There’s too much confusion | |
| I can’t get no relief | |
| Businessmen, they drink my wine | |
| Plowmen dig my earth | |
| None of them along the line | |
| Know what any of it is worth” | |
| “No reason to get excited” | |
| The thief, he kindly spoke | |
| “There are many here among us | |
| Who feel that life is but a joke | |
| But you and I, we’ve been through that | |
| And this is not our fate | |
| So let us not talk falsely now | |
| The hour is getting late” | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| Princes kept their view | |
| While all the women came and went | |
| Barefoot servants, too | |
| Outside in the distance | |
| A wildcat did growl | |
| Two riders were approaching | |
| The wind began to howl |
| " There must be some way out of here" | |
| Said the joker to the thief | |
| " There' s too much confusion | |
| I can' t get no relief | |
| Businessmen, they drink my wine | |
| Plowmen dig my earth | |
| None of them along the line | |
| Know what any of it is worth" | |
| " No reason to get excited" | |
| The thief, he kindly spoke | |
| " There are many here among us | |
| Who feel that life is but a joke | |
| But you and I, we' ve been through that | |
| And this is not our fate | |
| So let us not talk falsely now | |
| The hour is getting late" | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| Princes kept their view | |
| While all the women came and went | |
| Barefoot servants, too | |
| Outside in the distance | |
| A wildcat did growl | |
| Two riders were approaching | |
| The wind began to howl |
| " There must be some way out of here" | |
| Said the joker to the thief | |
| " There' s too much confusion | |
| I can' t get no relief | |
| Businessmen, they drink my wine | |
| Plowmen dig my earth | |
| None of them along the line | |
| Know what any of it is worth" | |
| " No reason to get excited" | |
| The thief, he kindly spoke | |
| " There are many here among us | |
| Who feel that life is but a joke | |
| But you and I, we' ve been through that | |
| And this is not our fate | |
| So let us not talk falsely now | |
| The hour is getting late" | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| Princes kept their view | |
| While all the women came and went | |
| Barefoot servants, too | |
| Outside in the distance | |
| A wildcat did growl | |
| Two riders were approaching | |
| The wind began to howl |