( Bob Dylan cover / Live performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother )

If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail

If tomorrow wasn´t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

Only if my own true love was waitin´
And if I could hear his heart a-softly poundin´
Only if he was lyin´ by me
Could I rest in my bed once again

I can´t see my reflection in the water
I can´t speak the sounds that know no pain
I can´t hear the echo of my footsteps
Or can´t remember the sound of my own name

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin´
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin´

And only if my own true love was waitin´

And if I could hear his heart a-softly poundin´
Only if he was lyin´ by me
Could I rest in my bed once again

There´s beauty in the silver singin´ river
There´s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my own true lover´s eyes

And only if my own true love was waitin´
And if I could hear his heart a-softly poundin´
Only if he was lyin´ by me
Could I rest in my bed once again
Could I rest in my bed once again