Tuesday, April 26, 2016

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan (Sung & Played by Joan Baez)

1 comment:

  1. A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan (sung by Joan Baez)

    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 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
    I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

    (Refrain):
    And it’s hard, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, and it’s hard
    It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

    Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
    And what did you see, my darlin’ young one?
    I saw a newborn babe 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 ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
    I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

    (Refrain)

    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’
    I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
    I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin’
    I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
    I heard one person starve; I heard many people laughin’
    I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
    I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

    (Refrain)

    And who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
    And 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 in hatred

    (Refrain)

    And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
    And what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
    I’m goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a fallin’
    Where 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, and none is the number
    And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it
    And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it
    And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
    But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’

    (Refrain)

    ReplyDelete