Oh, what did you see, my blue
eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling
young one?
I saw a newborn baby with
wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds
with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with
blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with
their hammers a bleedin'
I saw 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, and it's
a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain'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,
it 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, I
heard many people laughin'
Heard the 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, and it's
a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna
fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue
eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling
young one?
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 burning
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 with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna
fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my
blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my
darling young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore
the rain starts a fallin'
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 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,
where 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 on the ocean
until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well
before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna
fall
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