Lyrics:
How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a manHow many seas must the white dove sailBefore she can sleep in the sandThe answer, my friend, is blowing in the windThe answer is blowing in the windYes, and how many times must a man look upBefore he can see the skyYes, and how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people crychorusWell, how many years can a mountain existBefore it is washed to the seaAnd how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be free chorus