A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

And it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
And it's a hard, hard, hard, hard

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Oh, who you did meet, my blue eyed son?
And it's a hard
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
What did you see, my darling, young one?
It's a hard
And it's a hard
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
What did you hear, my darling young one
Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
And it's a hard
And it's a hard
I heard the sound of thunder that roared out a warning

A white ladder all covered with water
And reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it
Where black is the color and none is the number
And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
And what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And it's a hard

I saw a newborn baby with white wolves all around it
Walk to depths of the deepest black forest

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

Where people are many and their hands are all empty
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
And it's a hard
And it's a hard
And it's a hard

I've been ten thousand miles in mouth of a graveyard
I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts fallin'

I've stumbled on the side twelve misty mountains
But I know my song well before I start singing
Heard one person starve, many people laughin'
And it's a hard
And it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Then I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinking
Where the pellets of poison are flooding waters
Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
And it's a hard
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
And it's a hard
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter