The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, / The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Situations have ended sad / Relationships have all been bad / Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud / But there's no way I can compare

Oh, the history books tell it / They tell it so well / The cavalries charged / The Indians fell / The cavalries charged / The Indians died / Oh, the country was young / With God on its side

You have many contacts among the lumberjacks.

Don't want to wink at nobody, don't want to be winked at / Don't want to be used by nobody for a doormat / Don't want to confuse nobody, don't want to be confused / Don't want to amuse nobody, don't want to be amused.

How does it feel / To be on your own / With no direction home / Like a complete unknown / Just like a rolling stone?

Steal a little and they'll put you in jail, steal a lot and they'll make you king.

In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up North / I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth

When the evening shadows and the stars appear / And there is no one there to dry your tears / I could hold you for a million years / To make you feel my love