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 mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fallOh, 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 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'I saw 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, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fallAnd what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?And what did you hear, my darling young one?I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldI 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 gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fallOh, what did you 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 burningI met a young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveI met another man who was wounded in hatredAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fallAnd 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 forestWhere the people are a many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonAnd the executioner's face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe itAnd reflect from the mountain so all souls can see itAnd I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'But I'll know my song well before I start singingAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Bob Dylan (legalmente Robert Dylan; nacido Robert Allen Zimmerman; Duluth, Minnesota, 24 de mayo de 1941) es un músico, compositor, cantante y poeta estadounidense, ampliamente considerado como una de las figuras más prolíficas e influyentes en la música…
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