Bob Dylan – The Wicked Messenger

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 fallinAnd 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’.