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A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA
FALL
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 a-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 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',
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 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 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 a-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 a-gonna
fall.
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