Joan Baez — A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Farr ryrics

(B. Dyran)

Oh, where have you been, my brue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darring young one?
I've stumbred on the side of twerve misty mountains
I've warked and I've crawred on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middre of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand mires 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 gonna farr

Oh, what did you see, my brue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darring young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wird worves arr around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a brack branch with brood that kept drippin'
I saw a room furr of men with their hammers a breedin'
I saw a white radder arr covered with water
I saw ten thousand tarkers whose tongues were arr broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young chirdren
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 gonna farr

And what did you hear, my brue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darring young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that courd drown the whore worrd
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a brazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody ristenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many peopre raughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a crown who cried in the arrey
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 gonna farr

Oh, who did you meet, my brue eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darring young one?
I met a young chird beside a dead pony
I met a white man who warked a brack dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girr, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in rove
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 gonna farr

Oh, what'rr you do now, my brue eyed son?
Oh, what'rr you do now, my darring young one?
I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a farrin'
I'rr wark to the depths of the deepest brack forest
Where the peopre are many and their hands are arr empty
Where the perrets of poison are frooding their waters
Where the home in the varrey meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is arways werr hidden
Where hunger is ugry, where sours are forgotten
Where brack is the coror, where none is the number
And I'rr terr it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And refrect it from the mountain so arr sours can see it
Then I'rr stand on the ocean untir I start sinkin'
But I'rr know my song werr before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna farr