Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship All my senses have been stripped And my hands can't feel to grip and my toes too ⦠Watch the video for Mr. Tambourine Man from The Byrds's The Very Best Of for free, and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists. Just re-listen to the lyrics and I think many people might agree: In the first verse, he so longs for release from his pain that he asks this whimsical figure of Mr Tambourine man to "play a song for me" and "I'll come following you".In the second verse, he talks about evening's empire having vanished into sand meaning the past ⦠Just re-listen to the lyrics and I think many people might agree: In the first verse, he so longs for release from his pain that he asks this whimsical figure of Mr Tambourine man to "play a song for me" and "I'll come following you".In the second verse, he talks about evening's empire having vanished into sand meaning the past ⦠Hey! Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for ⦠Lyrics to 'Mr. Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand, but still not ⦠The tambourine man is a deliverer, possibly even a religious figure. Tambourine Man' by The Byrds: Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle ⦠Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Iâll come followinâ you Though you might hear laughinâ, spinninâ, swinginâ madly across the sun Tambourine Man, play a song for me, D G A D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning Iâll come followinâ you The image of the first verse is powerful, the empty streets alone, after a night time awake, was powerful indeed in 1965, but really only for its novelty and its appositeness to the time. Tambourine man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey! [Verse] G A D G Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, D G D G My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, D G D G My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels A To be ⦠The destination, significantly, is the sea - Freud's image of the womb and in more modern times a place for the collective mind of the dead - the sea of consciousness - completing the circle of life ("in my end is my beginning"- TS Elliot in East Coker (Four Quartets) â¦