I am a man of constant sorrow
 I've seen trouble all my days
 I'll say goodbye to Colorado
 Where I was born and partly raised
 
 Through this open world I'm a-bound to ramble
 Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
 Im a-bound to ride that mornin' railroad
 Perhaps I'll die upon that train
 
 Your mother says that I'm a stranger
 A face you'll never see no more
 But here's one promise to ya
 I'll see you on God's golden shore
 
 I'm a-goin' back to Colorado
 The place that I've started from
 If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me
 Babe, I never would have come                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Dylan was born in 1941, so it might be that this song already known in 1913 didn't flow from his quill. is not from his