A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Bob Dylan)

Lyrics

Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Where have you been, my darling young one?

Well I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
And I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
And I stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
Been out in front in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been 10,000 miles in 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 gonna fall.


What have you seen, my blue-eyed son?
What have you seen, my darling young one?

Saw a newborn babe with wild wolves around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that keep dripping,
I saw a roomful of men and their hammers were bleeding,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw 10,000 talkers, nobody listening,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of small children.

And it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard,
It's a hard gonna fall.


What did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
What did you hear, my darling young one?

Heard the sounds of thunder, it roared out a warning,
Heard the sound of a wave that could drown the whole world,
I heard 10,000 drummers whose hands were all blazing,
I heard 10,000 whispering and nobody listening,
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing,
I heard the song of the poet who died in the gutter,
I heard the sound of a clown who 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 gonna fall.


Who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?

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 youg 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 gonna fall.


What'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
What'll you do now, my darling young one?

Well I'm going back out before the rain starts to fall,
And 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, none, none is the number,
And I'll tell it and I'll speak it and I'll think it and I'll read it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the wall till I start sinking
And I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard,
It's a hard gonna fall.