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, 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, it's a hard
It's a hard and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And 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'
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'
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, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son?
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
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 walk to the depths of
The deepest black forest
Where the people are a 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 and think it and
Speak 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 songs well
Before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall