It's blowing in the wind...

Oh traveling poet where you heading to
In the mist of time there you getting through
You said never go back but your voice is changing
And I miss you, and your melody of folk

Oh traveling poet you going so far from the world
How many faces do you have and how many papers do you hold
you won't think twice and yeah it's alright
you don't sing anymore your fingers are cold

Oh traveling poet the golden age is long gone
time is changing and missing souls were never be found
I'm not there when you were singing your old song
you can't save people and not can anyone

lyrics witten tribute to Bob Dylan's concert at Grand Rex à Paris