Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been, my darling young one? Ive stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways, Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, Ive been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, Its a hard rains 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 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 its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard, Its a hard rains 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 world, I 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 gutter, I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, Its a hard rains a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son? And 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 in hatred, And its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, Its a hard rains a-gonna fall. And whatll you do now, my blue-eyed son? And whatll you do now, my darling young one? Im a-goin back out fore the rain starts a-fallin, Ill walk to the depths of the deepest dark 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, And the executioners face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And Ill tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, And Ill stand on the ocean until I start sinkin, But Ill know my song well before I start singin, And its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, and its a hard, Its a hard rains a-gonna fall.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 07:47:08 +0000
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