Bob Dylan: Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms / You should not treat me like a stranger / Our Father would not like the way that you act / And you must realize the danger
Joan Baez: And I’ve known you for a good long while / And would you kindly tell me, mister / How in the name of the Father and the Son / Did I come to be your sister?
Bob Dylan: Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door / Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow / Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore / You may not see me tomorrow
Joan Baez: So little brother when you come / To knock on my door / I don't want to bring you down / But I just went through the floor / My love for you extends through life / And I don't want to waste it / But honey, what you've been dishing out / You'd never want to taste it / And if I had the nerve / To either risk it or to break it / I'd put our friendship on the line / And show you how to take it