A Dream Of Bob Dylan

(Somewhat to the tune of "Every Grain of Sand" by Bob Dylan.
I dreamed that Bob Dylan and I climbed an apple tree and threw down all the apples and then he climbed down and sang these lyrics except for "Bobby Dylan" which was sung as "Old Darjeeling".)

I have been to London,
And I have been to France,
I have seen a hundred
Thousand people dance,
Now everything is counted,
And all my deals are done,
And all my chips are in,
And all my cards laid down.

Now me and Bobby Dylan,
We climbed the apple tree,
And we threw down all the apples
For the whole world to see,
Now everything is counted,
And all the deals are done,
And all the chips are in,
And all the cards laid down.

I heard someone laughing,
And I heard a baby cry,
I saw fish upon the water,
And an eagle in the sky,
Now everything is counted,
And every deal is done,
And all the chips are in,
And all the cards laid down.

A rider he is coming,
For the living and the dead,
His voice a two-edged sword,
His shirt of golden thread,
Angel’s wings upon his back,
And a halo ‘round his head,
He is riding on a great white horse,
And he goes from town to town,
To see that everything is counted,
And all the cards laid down.

I have seen you in your cities,
I have watched you in your towns,
I’ve seen people talking in the streets,
And lying on the ground,
And where will you be standing,
At the setting of the sun,
When everything is counted,
And all your deals are done?
And what will be your reckoning,
When the sun goes down,
When everything is counted,
And all your cards laid down?