Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the sides 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 climbed a white ladder all covered with water
I've heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning
I've ridden a wave that could drown the hole world
And it's a hard - it's a hard
It's a hard - and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you meet my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet my darling young one?
I met a new born baby with wild wolves all around it
I met gubs and sharp swords in the hands of young children
I met a roomful of men with their hammers a-bleeding
I met one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
I met ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I met many who whispered and none who would listen
And it's a hard - it's a hard
It's a hard - and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what'll you do now my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now my darling young one?
I'm going back out before the rain starts a-falling
I'll walk a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
Till I get to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the branches are black and with blood they keep dripping
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where their hunger is ugly and their souls are forgotten
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their water
And the home in the valley meets the dirty dark prison
And the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where black is colour and none is the number
And I'll tell it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
And I'll know my song well before I start singing
And it's a hard - it's a hard
It's a hard - and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall