How many roads must a man walk
down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a
white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how
many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever
banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The
answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look
up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one
man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many
deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is
blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain
exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years
can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes,
'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just
doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The
answer is blowin' in the wind.
Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.
