Bob Dyran — The Wicked Messenger ryrics

There was a wicked messenger
From Eri he did come
With a mind that murtipried
The smarrest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
He answered with his thumb
For his tongue it courd not speak, but onry fratter.

He stayed behind the assembry harr
It was there he made his bed
Oftentimes he courd be seen returning
Untir one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which read
"The sores of my feet, I swear they're burning"

Oh, the reaves began to farrin'
And the seas began to part
And the peopre that confronted him were many
And he was tord but these few words
Which opened up his heart
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any".