Oh,
where have you been, my blue -eyed son
And 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
I've been ten thousand miles
in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's hard, it's hard,
it's hard, it's hard
It's hard rain's gonna fall
And what did you see, my blue -eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young man?
I saw a newborn baby
with wild wolves all around it
Saw a highway of diamonds
with nobody on it
I saw a black ranch
with blood that kept dripping
Saw a room full of men
with their hammers a -bleeding
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw 10 ,000 talkers and nobody listened
I saw guns and sharp swords
in the hands of young children
And it's hard, it's hard,
it's hard, it's hard
It's a hard rain,
gonna fall
And what did you hear,
my blue -eyed son?
What did you hear, my darlin' young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder
that roared out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave
that could drown the whole world
I heard 100 drummers
whose hands were a -blazin'
And 10 ,000 whisperin' and
nobody listenin'
I heard one person starvin'
and many people laughin'
I heard the song of a poet
who had died in a gutter
I heard the sound of a clown
who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard road we're gonna fall on
Oh, and 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 and she
gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
And I met another man
who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard rain
And what do you do now,
my blue -eyed son
And what do you do now,
my darling young one
I'm a -goin' back out
before the rain starts fallin'
I walk to the depths of the deepest
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
And the executioner's face
is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly
and the souls are forgotten
Where black is the color
and none is the number
Then I'll speak it and think it
and tell it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountains
so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean
until I start sinking
But I'll know myself well
before I start singing
Oh, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard rain
Gonna fall you