| Lyrics: | (Bob Dylan)
There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come,
With a mind that
multiplied
The smallest matter.
When questioned who had sent for him,
He answered with
his thumb,
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.
He stayed behind the
assembly hall,
It was there he made his bed,
Oftentimes he could be seen
returning.
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read,
"The soles
of my feet, I swear they're burning."
Oh, the leaves began to fallin'
And the seas
began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many.
And he was told but these few
words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any." |
