A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall - Arthur Brown

Oh where have you been my blue eyed son

Oh 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 and it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh what did you see my blue eyed son

Oh 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'

Room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

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

And 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'

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'

One person starve I heard many people laughin'

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

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

And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh what 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

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 depths 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

And 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 from the mountain so all souls can see it

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start singing

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

'Cause it's a hard it's a hard it's a hard