A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I walked and I crawled on six crooked highways I 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 And it's a hard, it's a hard rain gonna fall Oh, what do you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what do you do now, my darling young one? I'm going back out 'Fore the rain starts a-falling I walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and the hands are all empty Where the pallets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp, dirty prison Where 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 tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking They'll all 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 A-gonna fall