| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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, |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |