| E | A | E | |
| Oh, wh | ere have you been, my bl | ue eyed s | on? |
| E | B | |
| Oh, wh | ere have you been, my dar | ling young one? |
| A | E | |
| I've st | umbled on the side of tw | elve misty mountains |
| A | E | |
| I've w | alked and I've crawled on s | ix crooked highways |
| A | E | |
| I've st | epped in the middle of s | even sad forests |
| A | E | |
| I've been o | ut in front of a doz | en dead oceans |
| A | E | |
| I've been t | en thousand miles in the | mouth of a graveyard |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son? |
| Oh, 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 drippin' |
| I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin' |
| I saw a white ladder all covered with water |
| I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken |
| I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children |
| 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 fall |
| And what did you hear, my blue eyed son? |
| And what did you hear, my darling young one? |
| I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' |
| Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world |
| Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin' |
| Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' |
| Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' |
| Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter |
| Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley |
| 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 fall |
| Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son? |
| 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 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 fall |
| Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son? |
| Oh, 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 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 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, where none is the number |
| And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it |
| And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it |
| Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' |
| But I'll know my song well 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 fall |
| (from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |
| From: slehman@MIT.EDU |
| Received: by pesto.MIT.EDU (5.57/4.7) id AA13580; Mon, 10 Jun 96 18:51:56 -0400 |
| Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:51:55 EDT |
| (forwarded message) |
| I have downloaded the song of Bob Dylan A hard rain's gonna fall, |
| and I think it has a problem |
| I send you the (I think so) good one. |
| Ibon |
| ibongz@arrakis.es |
| A HARD RAIN'S A GONNA FALL- Bob Dylan |
| E | A | E | |
| Oh, wh | ere have you been, my bl | ue eyed s | on? |
| E | B | |
| Oh, wh | ere have you been, my dar | ling young one? |
| A | B | E | |
| I've st | umbled on the side of tw | elve misty | mountains |
| A | B | E | |
| I've w | alked and I've crawled on s | ix crooked | highways |
| A | B | E | |
| I've st | epped in the middle of s | even sad | forests |
| A | B | E | |
| I've been o | ut in front of a doz | en dead | oceans |
| A | B | E | |
| I've been t | en thousand miles in the | mouth of a | graveyard |
| E | B | E | A | |
| And it's a h | ard, and it's a ha | rd, it's a h | ard, and it's a | hard |
| E | B | E | A | E | |
| And it's a ha | rd r | ain's a gonna f | all |
| And so on .... |