Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
|
And 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
|
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
|
I've been ten thousand 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's a-gonna fall.
|
|
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
|
And 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 takers whose tongues were all broken
|
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
|
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
|
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'
|
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'
|
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, 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 and hatred
|
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
|
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
|
|
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
|
And 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 deepths of the deepest black forest
|
Where the people are a 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 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 songs well before I start singin'
|
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
|
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
|
|
-----------------
|
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
|
| Jimmy Cliff |
