title: A Hard Rain’s A Gon-na Fallsongwriter: Bob Dylankey: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Ebskill: Anyreleased: 1963-3* -3* -3* -3* -3*Oh where have you been,3 3* 3 -1*my blue eyed son?-3* -3* -3* -3*Where have you been,-3*-3* 3* 3 -2my dar-ling young one?4 4 4 4 4 4I’ve stum-bled on the side-3*3* -3* 3* 3 3 -1*of twelve mis-ty moun-tains4 4 4 4Walked and I’ve crawled-3*3*-3* 3* 3 3 -1*on six crook-ed high-ways4 4 4 4 4Stepped in the mid-dle-3*-3* 3* 3 3 -1*of sev-en sad for-ests4 4 4 4Been out in front-3* 3*-3* 3* 3 3 -1*of a doz-en dead o-ceans4 4 4 4 4 4I’ve been ten thous-and miles-3* 3* -3* 3* 3 3 -1*in the mouth of a grave-yard-1* -1* -1* -1* -1* -1* -1* -2And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard-3* -3* -3* -5* -5* -5* -5*It’s a hard, and it’s a hard-5* -5* -5* -5* -5*-3*And it’s a hard rain’s3* 3 -2 3-1*a-gon-na fallAnd what did you see, my blue eyed son?What did you see, my darling young one?I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin’A white ladder all covered with waterI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenAnd it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallAnd what did you hear, my blue eyed son?What did you hear, my darling young oneI heard the sound of thunder that roared out a warningHeard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldHeard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin’Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallOh who you did meet, my blue eyed son?Who did you meet, my darling young one?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burningA young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveAnother man who was wounded with hatredAnd it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallOh what’ll you do now, my blue eyed son?What’ll you do now, my darling young one?I’m goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’Walk throught the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonWhere the executioners face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the colour, and none is the numberAnd I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see itThen I’ll stand in the ocean until I start sinkingBut I’ll know my song well before I start singingAnd it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall