Released: June 18, 1996
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Producer: Lenny Kaye Malcolm Burn
There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter
When asked 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
And oftentimes he could be seen returning
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand that 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 you cannot bring good news, then don't bring any."
From Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter
When asked 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
And oftentimes he could be seen returning
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand that 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 you cannot bring good news, then don't bring any."