A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975)

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975) - Bob Dylan

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

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 and it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a going to 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 dripping

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleeding

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers 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 going to 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 that roared out a warning

I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

I heard one person starve I heard many people laughing

I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

I 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

It's a hard rain's a going to fall

Oh what did you meet my blue eyed son

And 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 who's 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 in hatred

And it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a going to fall

And what will you do now my blue eyed son

And what will you do now my darling young one

I'm a going back out 'fore the rain starts a falling

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest

Where the people are 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

And the executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly where the souls are forgotten

Where black is the color where none is the number

And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking

But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a going to fall