(george: like to bring on a friend of us allmr. bob dylan!)



Ohwhere have you beenmy blue-eyed son? 

And where have you beenmy 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

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

It's a hardand it's a hardit's a hardit's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.



Ohwhat did you seemy blue-eyed son? 

And what did you seemy 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

And it's a hardit's a hardit's a hardit's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.



What did you hearmy blue-eyed son? 

And what did you hearmy 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

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'

Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'

I heard one person starveI heard many people laughin'

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

And it's a hardit's a hardit's a hardit's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.



Who did you meetmy blue-eyed son? 

Who did you meetmy 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 girlshe gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

It's a hardit's a hardit's a hardit's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.



Ohwhat'll you do nowmy blue-eyed son? 

And what'll you do nowmy darling young one? 

I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'

I'll 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

The executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is uglywhere souls are forgotten

Where black is the color and none is the number

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

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 hardit's a hardit's a hardit's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.



It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

It's a hard rain's a gonna fall