This could hardly be less Dylanesque, but it's a favourite oldie of mine; a pure fantasy with obvious Shakespeare references. But I think I also recognise a very weak echo of TS Eliot, of which I was only vaguely conscious at the time. I suspect he would not have approved!

Walk With Me:

Then come to woods and meadows green
or white - this is a winter scene.
To Arden forest, ardent heart,
Wil. Shakespeare then could play a part...

In Warwickshire's great forest then,
we will go walking once again,
and there upon the frosty bough
spy mistletoe - of that I vow.

So let us go on this fine morn
to where the mistletoe is borne,
upon the broad crab apple tree
that carries it so easily,

and chance upon midwinter scene
from long ago, with nought between
but winter tales and stories told,
of mysteries and maidens bold.

For in those days of long ago,
all then believed the mistletoe
would capture he who kissed her then,
and never to depart again.

Now little mistletoe is found
the human heart is not so bound.
Forever is a foreign word;
fidelity so rarely heard.

Still, I and you will better do:
were I to pledge my heart to you,
and you to pledge your own to me -
this pair might share eternity.

Roy