(Capo 2nd fret)
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         Where have you been, my blue-eyed son? 
                 D                                                                A
         And where have you been, my darling young one? 

                               G5                                   A4                 D
                        I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
                        I've walked and I 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 been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

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                                           And it's a hard
                                                    A
                                           It's a hard 
                                                    D
                                           It's a hard 
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                                           And it's a hard 
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                                           It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall...

         Oh, 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 it
                        I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
                        I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
                        I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding
                        I saw a white ladder all covered with water
                        I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were are all broken
                        I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

                                           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...

         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 warning
                        I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
                        I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
                        I heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening
                        I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing
                        I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
                        I heard the sound of a clown that cried in the alley

                                           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...

         Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
         And 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 in hatred

                                           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'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
         And what'll you do now, my darling young one?

                        I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
                        I'll 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 the home in the valley meets the dark dirty prison
                        And the executioner's face is always well hidden
                        Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten
                        Where black is the color, where none is the number
                        And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it
                        And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
                        And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
                        But I'll know my song well before I start singing

                                           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...