Blowin' In The Wind
by Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, 'n' 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
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At Sunnyside - Where Truth and Beauty Meet 
Beautiful painting and great song!!!
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Thanks for visiting and sharing your thoughts, Luisa. 😊
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You are so very welcome as always. 💖
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Good morning. What a lovely painting and song. Thank you so much. I hope you have a lovely weekend.
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So sorry – I’m am still behind with replying to comments. Have a wonderful week ahead, Sheila! 😊
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This morning was a first for me in terms of your wonderful posts. I loved the painting. And enjoyed the music from my teen-age (?) years. Then I realized that the painting and the plaintive song might have an unexpected connection. I listened to the song again, but this time I focused on the painting. I noticed the woman’s face could be expressed two emotions–sadness and anger, both appropriate for the warring nature of far too many human beings. She sits in an idyllic place holding her beautiful contented child–and she can only think about future violence and conflict that could destroy it all. In all it was not a pleasant meditation, but one filled with truth. Thank you, for your offer of truth and beauty this morning. Peace, LaMon
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I appreciate your kind words, LaMon. You describe my sentiments exactly!
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I can remember listening to this song in elementary school…
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So do I, Ana! Hearing this song always makes me think of bell-bottoms and green shag carpet…lol. ❤️
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Wait, we had that carpet! And the orange mod couch, and the neon flower power stickers in the bathroom…
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No green shag carpet would be complete without an orange couch…And my flower power stickers were purple and yellow – all over my lunch box. I haven’t thought of that in decades! 😎
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I know, right? 😆
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I love this song, and I sure loved hearing Peter Paul and Mary singing it in Wellington when I was a student.
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What a memory! You are fortunate, indeed, Vivienne. 😎
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