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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall-Bob Dylan
Oh, where have you been,
my blue-eyed son?

Oh, 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

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 drippin’
I saw a room full of men
with their hammers a-bleedin’

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, and it’s a hard,

and 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

I heard one hundred drummers

whose hands were a-blazin’

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 it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,

And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And 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 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, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And 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, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall