A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall Lyrics
A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall - Arthur Brown
Written by：Bob Dylan
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
It's a hard
It's a hard
Hard rain's it's 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
And a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
And a black branch with blood that kept dripping
Room full of men their hammers ableeding
And I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
It's a hard
It's a hard
It's a hard
It's a hard
Hard rain's it's going 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 warning
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were ablazing
Heard one person starve and many people laughing
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
The song of a poet who died in the gutter
It's a hard
It's a hard
It's a hard
Hard rain's go to 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
It's a hard
It's a hard
It's a hard
The rain gonna fall
Oh what will you do now my blue-eyed son
Oh what will you do now my darling young one
I'm going back out fore the rain starts afalling
And I walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their water's
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioners 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 it 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 sinking
But I'll know my song well before I start singing
'Cause it's a hard
It's a hard
My father it's a hard
Hard rain rain rain rain
Rain gonna fall
Rain falling down
Falling down
To the ground
Listen to the rain