Bryan Ferry - A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall Lyrics
(dylan)Oh where have you been, my blue eyed son?Where have you been, my darling young one?I´ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsWalked and i´ve crawled on six crooked highwaysStepped in the middle of seven sad forestsBeen out in front of a dozen dead oceansI´ve been ten thousand miles in mouth of a graveyardAnd it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fallAnd what did you see, my blue eyed son?What did you see, my darling young one?I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin´I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin´A white ladder all covered with waterI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenAnd it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fallAnd what did you hear, my blue eyed son?What did you hear, my darling young oneI heard the sound of thunder that roared out a warningHeard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldHeard 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 gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fallOh who you did meet, my blue eyed son?Who did you meet, my darling young one?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burningA young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveAnother man who was wounded with hatredAnd it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fallOh whatll you do now, my blue eyed son?Whatll you do now, my darling young one?Im goin´ back out ´fore the rain starts a-fallin´Walk throught the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonWhere the executioners face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the colour, and none is the numberAnd i´ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see itThen i´ll stand in the ocean until I start sinkingBut i´ll know my song well before I start singingAnd it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fall
