Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

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.

You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

What drives me to you, drives me insane.

I like Fidel Castro and his beard.

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