(folk-rock music)
♪ Where've you been, my blue-eyed son ♪
♪ Where've you been, my darling young one ♪
♪ I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains ♪
♪ Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways ♪
♪ Been in the middle of seven sad forests ♪
♪ Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans ♪
♪ Been 10,000 miles in the mouth of a graveyard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ What did you see, my blue-eyed son ♪
♪ What did you see, my darling young one ♪
♪ Saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it ♪
♪ Saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it ♪
♪ Saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' ♪
♪ Saw a room full of men with their hammers bleedin' ♪
♪ Saw a white ladder covered in water ♪
♪ Saw 10,000 talkers whose tongues were all broken ♪
♪ Guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Ooh, and it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ What did you hear, my blue-eyed son ♪
♪ What did you hear, my darling young one ♪
♪ Heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin' ♪
♪ Heard the roar of a wave could drown the whole world ♪
♪ One person starve, I heard many people laughin' ♪
♪ Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter ♪
♪ Heard the sound of a clown cryin' in the alley ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
♪ Who did you meet, my blue-eyed son ♪
♪ Who did you meet, my darling young one ♪
♪ Met a young child beside a dead pony ♪
♪ Met a white man who walked a black dog ♪
♪ Met one woman whose body was burning ♪
♪ I met a young girl, she give me a rainbow ♪
♪ I met one man who didn't love ♪
♪ Met another man wounded in hatred ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
(folk-rock music)
♪ What'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ♪
♪ What'll you do now, my darling young one ♪
♪ I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden ♪
♪ Where the hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten ♪
♪ Where black is the color, none is the number ♪
♪ And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it ♪
♪ Reflect 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 ♪
♪ Well, it's a hard ♪
♪ And it's a hard ♪
♪ It's a hard rain gonna fall ♪
(folk-rock music)
(crowd cheering)