作词 : Bob Dylan

作曲 : Bob Dylan

When your mother sent back all your invitations

And your father to your sister he explains

That you’re tired of yourself and all of your creations

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all the flower ladies want back what they have lent you

And the smell of their roses does not remain

And all of your children start to resent you

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all the clowns that you have commissioned

Have died in battle or in vain

And you’re sick of all this repetition

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now when all of your advisers start to neglect you

And you cannot convince them of your pain

And ya want someone to protect you

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all the bandits that ya turn your other cheek to

All lay down their bandanas and complain

And ya want someone you don’t have to speak to

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?