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   Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways   Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests   Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans   I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard      It's a hard (hard), and it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard (hard), and it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall      Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?   What did you see, my darling young one?      I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves 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 a-bleedin'   A white ladder all covered with water   I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken   I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children      And it's a hard (hard), and it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall      And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?   What did you hear, my darling young one?      I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'   Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world   Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'   Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'   Heard one person starve, heard many people laughin'   Song of a poet who died in the gutter   Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley      And it's a hard (hard), and it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard (hard), hard, hard (hard)   And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall      Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?   What'll you do now, my darling young one?      I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'   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 the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison   Where the executioner's face is always well hidden   Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten   Where black is the color and none is the number   And I'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 I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinkin'   But I'll know my song well before I start singin'      And it's a hard (hard), it's a hard (hard), and it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall   And it's a hard (hard), and it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard (hard)   And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall