Oh where have you been, my blue eyed son?
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Where have you been, my darling young one?
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I've stumbled on the side twelve misty mountains
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Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
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Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
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Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
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I've been ten thousand miles in mouth of a graveyard
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And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
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And what did you see, my blue eyed son?
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What did you see, my darling young one?
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I saw a newborn baby with 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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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 rain's a-gonna fall
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And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
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What did you hear, my darling young one
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I heard the sound of thunder that roared out a warning
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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 rain's a-gonna fall
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Oh who you did 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 rain's a-gonna fall
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Oh what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
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What'll you do now, my darling young one?
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I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts fallin'
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Walk to depths of the deepest black forest
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Where people are many and their hands are all empty
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Where the pellets of poison are flooding 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 colour, 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 mountains so all souls can see it
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Then I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinking
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But I'll know my song well before I start singing
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And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
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| Bryan Ferry |
