Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
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
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
What did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
I saw a room full of men with their hammers bleeding
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, ohhh it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's gonna fall
Tell me what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
What did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazing
Ten thousand whispering and nobody listening
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, ohhh it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's gonna fall
Well, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
What'll you do now, my darling young one?
Well I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where hunger is ugly, and the souls are forgotten
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, ohhh it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's gonna fall