oh where have you been my blue eyed son 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 songs well before i start singin 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