Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Where have you been, my darling young one?
Iâ??ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
Iâ??ve walked and Iâ??ve crawled on six crooked highways
stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
Iâ??ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a hard,
itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a hard
And itâ??s a hard rainâ??s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, that roared out a warninâ??
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazinâ??
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listenin
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughinâ??
the song of a poet who died in the gutter
the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a hard,
itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a hard, hard, hard hard
And itâ??s a hard rainâ??s a-gonna fall
Whatâ??ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
whatâ??ll you do now, my darling young one?
Iâ??m a-goinâ?? back out â??fore the rain starts a-falling
Iâ??ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
the executionerâ??s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And Iâ??ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then Iâ??ll stand in the ocean until I start sinking
But Iâ??ll know my song well before I start singing
And itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a hard,
itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a ha ha ha ha hard
And itâ??s a hard rainâ??s a-gonna fall
And itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s a hard,
itâ??s a hard, and itâ??s so ha so ha hard
And itâ??s a hard rainâ??s a-gonna fall