Bob Dylan A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been,
my darling young one?

I’ve stumbled on the side
of twelve 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,

and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And 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 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,

and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear,
my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder
that roared out a warnin’

I heard the roar of a wave
that could drown the whole world

I heard one hundred drummers
whose hands were a-blazin’

I heard ten thousand whisperin’
and nobody listenin’

I heard one person starve,
I heard many people laughin’

I heard the song of a poet
who died in the gutter

I heard the sounds of a clown
who cried in the alley

And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,

and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And 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, and it’s a hard,

and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And 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 head for the depths
of the deepest dark forest

Where the people are many
and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison
are flooding their waters

And the home in the valley
meets the damp dirty prison

And the executioner’s face
is always well hidden

Where the hunger is ugly,
where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color,
and none is the number

And I’ll tell it and think it
and speak it and breathe it

And reflect 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, and it’s a hard,

and it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall