Lyrics:

Oh, Where Have You Been, My Blue-Eyed Son

and Where Have You Been My Darling Young One

ive Stumbled On The Side Of Twelve Misty Mountains

ive Walked And Ive Crawled On Six Crooked Highways

ive Stepped In The Middle Of Seven Sad Forests

ive Been Out In Front Of A Dozen Dead Oceans

ive Been Ten Thousand Miles In The Mouth Of A Graveyard

and Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard, And Its A Hard

its A Hard Rains 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 Takers Whose Tongues Were All Broken

i Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children

and Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard, And Its A Hard

its A Hard Rains 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, It 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 Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard

and Its A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall.



oh, 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 Who Was Wounded In Love

i Met Another Man Who Was Wounded And Hatred

and Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard

and Its A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall.



and Whatll You Do Now, My Blue-Eyed Son

and Whatll You Do Now My Darling Young One

im A-Goin Back Out fore The Rain Starts A-Fallin

ill Walk To The Deepths 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

where The Executioners Face Is Always Well Hidden

where Hunger Is Ugly, Where Souls Are Forgotten

where Black Is The Color, Where None Is The Number

and Ill Tell And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It

and Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It

then Ill Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin

but Ill Know My Songs Well Before I Start Singin

and Its A Hard, Its A Hard, Its A Hard, And Its A Hard

its A Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall.