A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975

Where've you been

My blue-eyed son?

Where have you been

My darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

Been in the middle of seven sad forests

Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

Been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it's a hard, well it's a hard

Well it's a hard, and it's a hard

Well it's a hard rain gonna fall

What did you see

My blue-eyed son?

What did you see

My darling young one?

Saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

Saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

Saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

Saw a room full of men with their hammers bleedin'

Saw a white ladder covered in water

Saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

Guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it's a hard, well it's a hard

Well it's a hard, and it's a hard

Oh, there's a hard rain gonna fall

What did you hear

My blue-eyed son?

What did you hear

My darling young one?

Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warning

Heard the roar of a wave, could drown the whole world

One person starve or a many people laughin'

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown crying in the alley

And it's a hard, well it's a hard

And it's a hard, well it's a hard

Well it's a hard rain gonna fall

Who did you meet

My blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet

My darling young one?

Met a young child beside a dead pony

Met a white man who walked a black dog

Met one woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man wounded in love

Met another man wounded in hatred

And it's a hard, well it's a hard

Well it's a hard, and it's a hard

And it's a hard rain gonna fall

What'll you do now

My darling young one?

I'm goin' back out, 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'

Walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where their 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, none is the number

And I'll tell it and think it, and speak it and breathe it

Reflect from the mountain, so all souls can see it

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'

But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard, well it's a hard

Well it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain gonna fall