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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darlin' young one?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?And, what did you see, my darling young one?I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?And what did you hear, my darling young one?I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldI heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutterI heard the sounds of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?And who did you meet, my darling young one?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burnin'I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveI met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?And what'll you do now, my darling young one?I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'I'll head for the depths of the deepest dark forestWhere the people are many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly and souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen 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, and it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall