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.

Some of the old folk singers used to phrase things in an interesting way, and then, I got my style from seeing a lot of outdoor-type poets, who would recite their poetry. When you don't have a guitar, you recite things differently, and there used to be quite a few poets in the jazz clubs, who would recite with a different type of attitude.

The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.

I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.