Well,
where have you been,
oh my blue-eyed son?
Well, where have you been,
oh my darling young one?
Well,
I strayed on the side of twelve misty mountains,
and I walked and I crawled upon
six crooked highways,
and I stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
and 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 hard,
hard,
hard, hard,
it's a hard rain
gonna fall.
Well, what did you see,
oh my blue-eyed son?
Well, what did you see,
oh my darling young one?
Saw a newborn babe with the wild wolves around it,
saw a highway of golden and nobody on it,
and I saw a white ladder all covered in water.
Saw a room full of men and their hammers was bleeding,
saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues
was all broken,
and I saw a black branch and the blood kept a-drippin'.
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of small children,
and it's hard,
hard,
hard,
hard, it's a hard rain
gonna fall.
Well, what did you hear,
oh my blue-eyed son?
Well, what did you hear,
oh my darling young one?
I heard the roar of the thunder and it roared out a warning,
heard the sound of a wave that
could drown the whole world,
heard the song of a poet and he died in a gutter,
heard the
sound of a clown and he cried in an alley,
heard the sound of one person and he cried
he was human,
heard one hundred drummers and their hands was all blazing,
heard ten thousand
whispering and nobody listening,
and it's hard, hard,
hard, hard, it's a hard rain
gonna fall.
And who did you meet,
oh my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet,
oh my darling young one?
Well, I met a young child beside a dead pony,
and I met a white man and he walked a black dog,
and I met a young girl and she gave me a rainbow,
and I met one man who was wounded in love,
and I met another man who was wounded in hatred,
and I met a young woman and her body was burning,
and it's hard,
hard,
hard,
hard,
it's a hard rain
gonna fall.
So
what'll you do now,
oh my blue-eyed son?
What will you do now,
oh my darling young one?
I'm a-going back out before the rain starts a-falling,
and I'll walk to the middle of the deepest dark forests,
where the people are many,
where their hands are all empty,
where the pellets of poison are flooding my waters,
where the home in the valley meets the dark dirty prison,
where the executioner's face is always
well hidden,
where black is the color,
where none is the number,
where hunger is ugly, where
souls are forgotten,
and I'll see it and I'll tell it and I'll think it and I'll breathe
it,
I'll reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
and I'll stand on the ocean
until I start sinking,
but I'll know my song will before I start sinking,
for it's hard, hard,
hard,
hard,
it's a hard rain
gonna fall.