A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the sides 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
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'm going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling
I've 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 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 and none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinking
And I 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's a-gonna fall