(George: Like to bring on a friend of us all, Mr. Bob Dylan!)
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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
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And 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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It's a hard, and 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 did you see, my blue-eyed son?
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And 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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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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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 that roared out a warnin',
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I 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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I 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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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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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 in hatred,
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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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And 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 dark 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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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 and 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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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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It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
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It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
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A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall
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| George Harrison |
