Blowin' In The Wind

How many roads,
Must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
Yes, and how many seas,
Must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times,
Must the cannon balls fly,
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend,
Is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears,
Must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths,
Will it take ‘til he knows,
Too many people have died?
The answer, my friend,
Is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist,
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years,
Can some people exist,
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times,
Can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend,
Is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.