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 crawle d on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middl e of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles i n the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it 's a hard , it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's you g onna 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 w ild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds w ith nobody on it
I saw a black branch w ith 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 wh ose 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 r ain's a-g onna 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 thunde r, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whos e hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I he ard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet w ho died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown w ho cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it 's a hard , it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard r ain's a-g onna fall.
Oh, what 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 wh o 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 wa s wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it 's a hard , it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard r ain's a-g onna fall.
And what'll you do now, my blue-e yed 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 o f the deepest dark forest
Where the people are a many and t heir 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, whe re souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, w here none is the number
And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountai n so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocea n until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well b efore 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 r ain's a-g onna fall.
