TheWickedMessenger

The Wicked Messenger - Bob Dylan

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

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 falling

And 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