How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a widow sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Isn't how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they forever bend? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Isn't how many years must a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Isn't how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Isn't how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Isn't how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Isn't how many years must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Isn't how many deaths will it take Till he knows that too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind It's blowing in the wind