Oh, where have you been,
my blue -eyed son?
Oh, 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
And I've been out in front
of a dozen dead oceans
I've been 10 ,000 miles
in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard, it's a hard rain
What have you seen,
my blue -eyed sun
What have you seen, my darlin' young one
I saw a newborn baby
with barbed wire all around her
I saw a highway of diamonds
with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with
blood that kept rippin'
I saw a room full of men
with their hammers and pleas
I saw a wide ladder all
covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers
whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and short swords
in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard life
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,
it roared out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave,
that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers,
whose hands were ablaze
I heard 10 ,000 talking
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
I heard the sound of a clown who crushed
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard,
and it's a hard, it's a hard rain, gonna fall.
Oh, you did to me a blue -eyed suit
And you did to me my darling of a woman
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 burned
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was
wounded in hatred
It's a heart, it's a heart, it's a heart
It's a hard, it's a hard rain, on the farm
What do you do now?
I'm blue -eyed, son
What do you do now,
my dark and young one?
I'm going back out
before the rain starts falling
Now I 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 damn dirty prison
Where the executioner'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 I'll tell it and think it
and speak it and breathe in ,
and reflect from the mountain
so all souls can see.
And I'll stand on the ocean
until I start sinking,
but I'll know my song well
before I start to sing it.
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
and it's a hard, it's a hard race
I can't you anymore
Come on, fall in
You