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 fallin' 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"
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
Copyright: Dwarf Music
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