Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stumbled on the side of seven misty mountains,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rains a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
Ten thousands drummers whose hands were a-blazin,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rains 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 ten thousand whisperin and nobody listenin,
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 rains a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
Im a-goin back out fore the rain starts a-fallin,
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioners face is always well hidden,
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 It 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 rains a-gonna fall.