Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, 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, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a
hard rain's gonna fall.
Oh, what
did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, 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, it's a hard,
And it's a
hard rain's 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',
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,
And it's a
hard rain's 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 with hatred,
And it's a
hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard
rain's gonna fall.
Oh, what'll
you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, 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 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 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 gonna fall.
