A Hard
Rain's Gonna Fall
Words & Music:
Bob Dylan
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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.
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
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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 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 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 it's a hard, and it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard
And 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 warnin'
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'
Heard one person starve, I heard
many people laughin'
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, and it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
Oh, who 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, 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 now, my
blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling
young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore 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 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 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, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall