Brrr...
Temps quickly rising from 10 to 30 (F), windy... and I'm just hearing the arrival of the first expected "freezing rain" drops.
And this dropped in too. Into mind. [Note for next rainy day: "I just dropped in to see what condition..."]. Meanwhile...
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
Iāve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
Iāve walked and Iāve crawled on six crooked highways
Iāve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
Iāve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
Iāve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And itās a hard, and itās a hard, itās a hard, and itās a hard
And itās a hard rainās 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 drippinā
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedinā
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 itās a hard, and itās a hard, itās a hard, itās a hard
And itās a hard rainās 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 warninā
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazinā
Heard ten thousand whisperinā and nobody listeninā
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughinā
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And itās a hard, and itās a hard, itās a hard, itās a hard
And itās a hard rainās 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 itās a hard, itās a hard, itās a hard, itās a hard
Itās a hard rainās a-gonna fall
Oh, whatāll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, whatāll you do now, my darling young one?
Iām a-goinā back out āfore the rain starts a-fallinā
Iāll 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 executionerās face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And Iāll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then Iāll stand on the ocean until I start sinkinā
But Iāll know my song well before I start singinā
And itās a hard, itās a hard, itās a hard, itās a hard
Itās a hard rainās a-gonna fall
~~
#Dylan #BobDylan #Rain #Legends #music #musica #musique #hardrain
