Oh where have you been
my blue-eyed son
and where have you been
my darling young one
I've stumbled on the side
oftwelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled
on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle
of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of
a dozen dead oceans
I've been
ten thousand miles
in the mouth
of a graveyard
And it's a hard
and it's a hard
it's a hard
And it's a hard
it's a hard rain's....
a-gonna fall
Oh what did you see
my blue-eyed son
and what did you see
my darling young one
I saw a newborn baby
with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds
with nobody on it
I saw a black branch
with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men
with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder
all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers
whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns
and sharp swords
in the hands
of young children
And it's a hard
and it's a hard
it's a hard
And it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's...
a-gonna fall.
What did you hear
my blue-eyed son
And what did you hear
my darling young one
I heard the sound
of a thunder
it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar
of a wave that could drown
the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers
whose hands were a-blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin'
and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve
I heard
many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet
who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown
who cried in the alley
And it's a hard
and it's a hard
it's a hard
It's a hard
it's a hard rain's...
a-gonna fall.
Oh who did you meet
my blue-eyed son
and who did you meet
my darling young one
I met a young child
beside a dead pony
I met a white man
who walked a black dog
I met a young woman
whose body was burning
I met a young girl
she gave me a rainbow
I met one man
who was wounded in love
I met another man
who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard
it's a hard
it's a hard
It's a hard
It's a hard rain's...
a-gonna fall.
Oh what'll you do now
my blue-eyed son
and what'll you do now
my darling young one
I'm a-goin' back out
'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths
of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many
and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison
are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley
meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face
is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly
where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color
where none is the number
And I'll tell it and speak it
and think it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain
so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean
until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song
well before I start singin'
And it's a hard
it's a hard
it's a hard
It's a hard
It's a hard rain's....
a-gonna fall.