| Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
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| Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
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| I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
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| I've walked and i've crawled on six crooked highways,
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| I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
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| I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
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| I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
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| And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
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| And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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| Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
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| Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
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| I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
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| I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
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| I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
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| I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
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| I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
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| I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
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| I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
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| And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
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| And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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| And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
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| And what did you hear, my darling young one?
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| I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
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| Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
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| Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
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| Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
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| Heard one person starve, i heard many people laughin',
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| Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
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| 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,
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| And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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| Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
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| Who did you meet, my darling young one?
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| I met a young child beside a dead pony,
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| I met a white man who walked a black dog,
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| I met a young woman whose body was burning,
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| I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
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| I met one man who was wounded in love,
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| I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
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| And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
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| It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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| Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
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| Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
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| I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
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| I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
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| Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
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| Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
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| Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
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| Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
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| Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
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| Where black is the color, where none is the number,
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| And i'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
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| And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
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| Then i'll stand on the ocean until i start sinkin',
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| But i'll know my song well before i start singin',
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| And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
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| It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |