Ann Wilson, Shawn Colvin, Rufus Wainwright - Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall lyrics

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-going to 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 dripping
I saw a room full of
Men with their hammers a-bleeding
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-going to 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 warning
Heard the roar of a wave that
Could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose
Hands were a-blazing
Heard ten thousand whispering
And nobody listening
Heard one person starve
I heard many people laughing
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-going to 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-going to fall

Oh, what will you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what will you do now
My darling young one?
I’m a-going back out ’fore
The rain starts a-falling
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 sinking
But, I’ll know my song well
Before I start singing
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall