The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many roads must a man walk down Before your can call him a man? . . . The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

You've got a lot of nerve, To say you are my friend, When I was down, you just stood there grinning

If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

So, friend, when I first looked upon your face, our thoughts gave answer each to each. Opposed mirrors each reflecting each, although I knew not in what time or place, methought that I had often met with you, and each had lived in other's mind and speech.