十二月终于如约而至

该是时候做些改变了

沿着瞭望塔（All along the watchtower）

There must be some kind of way out of here
said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessen they  drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the vine
Nobody 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 been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour’s getting late

 All along the watchtower
Princes kept their view
while all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
and the wind began to how