oh where have you been my blue eyed son oh 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 and it s a hard it s a hard and it s a hard and it s a hard rain s a gonna fall oh what did you see my blue eyed son oh 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 and it s a hard it s a hard it s a hard and 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 it roared out a warnin heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin heard ten thousand whisperin and nobody listenin 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 and it s a hard it s a hard it s a hard and it s a hard rain s 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 with hatred 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 oh what ll you do now my blue eyed son oh 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 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 where none is the number and i ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it and reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it then i ll stand on the ocean until i start sinkin but i ll know my song well before i start singin 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