11:55 p.m. - January 19th, 2017
“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”
by Bob Dylan
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, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard
rain's a-gonna 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 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
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-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 that roared out a warnin'
I heard the
roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one
hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten
thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one
person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song
of a poet who died in the gutter
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
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
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
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 speak 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 sinkin'
But I'll know
my song well before I start singing
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-gonna fall.
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