Bob Dylan

Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

O where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
O 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 rain a-gonna fall.

O what did you see, my blue-eyed son ?
O 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
dripping.
I saw a room full of men with their hammers
a-bleeding.
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 rain a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
What did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder,
it roared out a warning.
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown
the whole world.
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands
were a-blazing.
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody
listening.
Heard one person starve, I heard many
people laughing.
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 rain a-gonna fall.

O what 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 rain a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
What'll you do now, my darling young one ?
I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts
a-falling.
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 danys
dirty prison,
where the executioner's face is always
well hidden,
where hunger's ugly, where souls are forgotten,
where black is the colour, 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 sinking.
But I'll know my song well
before I start singing.
And it's a hard rain a-gonna fall.