Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
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Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
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I''ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
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I''ve walked and I''ve crawled on six crooked highways,
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I''ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
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I''ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
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I''ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
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And it''s a hard, and it''s a hard, it''s a hard, and it''s a hard,
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And it''s a hard rain''s a-gonna fall.
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Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
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Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
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I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it,
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I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
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I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'',
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I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'',
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I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
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I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
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I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
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And it''s a hard, and it''s a hard, it''s a hard, it''s a hard,
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And it''s a hard rain''s a-gonna fall.
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And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
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And what did you hear, my darling young one?
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I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'',
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Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
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Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'',
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Heard ten thousand whisperin'' and nobody listenin'',
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Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'',
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Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
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Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
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And it''s a hard, and it''s a hard, it''s a hard, it''s a hard,
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And it''s a hard rain''s a-gonna fall.
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Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
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Who did you meet, my darling young one?
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I met a young child beside a dead pony,
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I met a white man who walked a black dog,
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I met a young woman whose body was burning,
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I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
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I met one man who was wounded in love,
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I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
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And it''s a hard, it''s a hard, it''s a hard, it''s a hard,
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It''s a hard rain''s a-gonna fall.
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Oh, what''ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
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Oh, what''ll you do now, my darling young one?
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I''m a-goin'' back out ''fore the rain starts a-fallin'',
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I''ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
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Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
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Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
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Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
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Where the executioner''s face is always well hidden,
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Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
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Where black is the color, where none is the number,
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And I''ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
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And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
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Then I''ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'',
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But I''ll know my song well before I start singin'',
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And it''s a hard, it''s a hard, it''s a hard, it''s a hard,
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It''s a hard rain''s a-gonna fall.
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A Hard Rain Is A Gonna Fall
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| Bob Dylan |
