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