Hard Rain
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the sides 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


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 dripping

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 tounges were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

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 warning
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'

I heard many people laughin'

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, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Oh, 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 a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in 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 know, my blued eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do know, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'for 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 speak it and think 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, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
(Hello T.!)























