And now the envelope please . . . .
The "Greatest Songwriter of all time" Award goes to . . . . (drumroll) . . . . .
Mr. BOB DYLAN!
Come on up here Bob!
Bob (wobbling a bit as he speaks, softly at first but gaining momentum as he goes until he ends with a thundering crescendo):
"Leave your stepping stones behind, they will not follow you,
Forget the dead you left behind, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is knocking at your door,
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Light another match, go on and start anew,
And it's all over now, Baby Blue."
"It's all right son . . . we told you what to dream"
