Pete Seeger A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Lyrics

Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Where have you been, my darling young one?

I've strayed 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 hard, hard, hard, hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

What did you see, my blue-eyed son?
What did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of gold and with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
Saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

What did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
What did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening,
Heard the song of a poet that died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown that died in the alley
Heard the sound of one person who cried he was human

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

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,
I met one man he was wounded in love,
I met another man he was wounded in hatred

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Well, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
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 dark forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding my waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the dark dirty prison,
The executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color and none is the number

And I'll see it and tell it and think 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 sinking,
But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's hard, hard, hard, hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.