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 hard It's a hard, and it's a hard And it's a hard rains are gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a new born baby with wild walves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with bload that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin' I saw a whit ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swards in the hand of young children And it's a hard... 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 that roared out a warnin' Heard the road of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whoes hands were a blazin' Heard ten thousand whisprin' and nobody listenin' Heard one person starve I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard... 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 girl, whose body was buring 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... Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin' I'll walk to the depth 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 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 colour where none is the number And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it It's 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...