Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the sides 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 climbed a white ladder all covered with water
I've heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning
I've ridden a wave that could drown the hole world
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 meet my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet my darling young one?
I met a new born baby with wild wolves all around it
I met gubs and sharp swords in the hands of young children
I met a roomful of men with their hammers a-bleeding
I met one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
I met ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I met many who whispered and none who would listen