Joan Baez - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall Lyrics






Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side 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 been ten thousand miles 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 fall

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





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  1. K.... K....

    Good version, of course

  2. K.... A....

    What a beautiful voice I sure miss the 60s and 70s

  3. J.... D....

    A committed, supportive woman, you fill us with life with your voice. How great you are Joan. The fight continues.

  4. D.... ....

    Ah.. Beautiful and intelligent.

    Working onr marry me?

  5. m.... m....

    Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
    Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
    I've stumbled on the side 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 been ten thousand miles 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 fall

    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 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

  6. e.... l....

    It's a hard rain that's going to fall.

    God bless the Poets.

  7. r.... f....

    Beautiful voice, great song! Thats dylan and baez! I know them since I was child!

  8. S.... W....

    What a beautiful version of a beautiful song.

  9. G.... M....

    Joannie oh Joannie of the beautiful voice

  10. C.... B....

    Always loved the first few seconds of this, like an old music box

  11. e.... l....

    God bless you Joan.

  12. N.... D....

    This words are so hopeless yet the music is so beautifully hopefully.

    N.... D....

    hopefull.

  13. C.... Y....

    I think that Martin Luther King proclaimed he heard the voice of an angel. I agree.

  14. I.... G....

    What great fucking voice...holy shit!!

  15. M.... C....

    exactly...the poetry of the apocalypse. I saw creatures with 6 faces flying and stingers in their tales llalallaaaaaan and it hard.

  16. L.... K....

    Dylan and Baez, Doesn't get much better than this !

  17. A.... A....

    When she sings its like she is speaking to U with so much passion so telling & true. We LUV U Joanie, 😘💛🇫🇷🇺🇸🇨🇳🇩🇪🇯🇵🇮🇹🇬🇧🇪🇸🇷🇺☝ Arnold Bourbon Amaral

  18. K.... B....

    Relevant then; more relevant now......the conscience of humanity beats in this song's lyrics.

  19. A.... S....

    Stem als een Engel, Prachtig!

  20. S.... N....

    Congrats Joan. You've always been the freedom fighter through your songs. Siva from NZ

    S.... N....

    a lefty dipshit with a great voice

  21. M.... Z....

    Her voice is simply amazing I love you Joan Baez

  22. r.... f....

    Beautiful voice.

  23. A.... H....

    I fell in love with Joan when I was in high school back in the early 90’s. She spoke to me.

    A.... H....

    me too and I shoke (?) her hand in Nantes (France) in 1983........

  24. T.... P....

    I want to check the rest of this album out but dammit, I cannot stop this song before the end. Oh well. Suppose I better buy it then.

  25. c.... ....

    Bob Dylan
    Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
    Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
    I've stumbled on the side 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 been ten thousand miles 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 fall
    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 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
    Songwriters: Bob Dylan
    A Hard Rain's a Gonna Fall lyrics

    c.... ....

    connellmcg TY MY FRIEND ARNOLD BOURBON AMARAL

    c.... ....

    @Arnold Amaral I guess You love her too .....Texas 2019

  26. M.... T....

    it's wonderful

  27. b.... ....

    Helaas nog actueel!!!

  28. F.... M....

    I breathe music like this in...so moving

  29. S.... S....

    A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
    WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

    Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

    Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

    I’ve stumbled on the side 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 been ten thousand miles 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 fall



    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
    Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music

    S.... S....

    I love the use of alliteration in the first two verses. Misty mountains, seven sad forests, dozen dead oceans, etc.

  30. H.... ....

    Auf Vinyl kommt Sie am besten bei diesem Track :-)

  31. C.... C....

    Le Ciel est Noir, le Ciel est Noir ; création de Bob Dylan...

  32. M.... R....

    What a rendition of this fucking brilliant song??? Thank you

  33. A.... P....

    I read both her books, and went to see her in Boulder in the '80's. Extraordinary person.

  34. R.... o....

    My mind dances through the words and slow hunting rhythm of this most incredible message from our generation..thx u

  35. A.... G....

    A mi papa le encantaba este disco...!!! Lo escuchaba de niño cuando vivia en USA

    A.... G....

    Angregor011 Garcia GRACIAS A LA VIDA HERMANO. ARNOLD BOURBON AMARAL

  36. S.... S....

    It's a difficult song to sing properly and she brings real life to it! A great talent!

  37. C.... G....

    Nobel Prize.

  38. M.... A....

    Fantastic!

  39. S.... M....

    It's just not a voice; it's an inspiration; a phenomenon which immortal.

  40. K.... M....

    Wish I could get tickets for Glasgow but sold out. Gutted!! March 17

  41. A.... C....

    Here's to you, Joan!

  42. G.... M....

    Joan, Did you hear Patti Smith's beautiful, tenor presentation of this famous song at the Nobel Prize ceremony? It was splendid and she endeared her audience to her forever after she forgot the words! You are better - in fact you blow her clean out of the water easily with your world class rendition. Who ever asked her, instead of you, shot themselves in the foot. Thank you. Vadocq - www.vidocq.pro

  43. G.... B....

    No comment when I listen a great song and JOAN great voice !!

  44. R.... F....

    It's a track I return to, always

  45. M.... L....

    And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, and it's hard
    It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall ....

  46. G.... A....

    very nice,very nice indeed

  47. J.... B....

    Merveille absolue et définitive.
    J'ai acheté ce disque à sa sortie. Il ne quittera jamais ma collection.

  48. L.... R....

    i love it!!!

  49. R.... F....

    A wonderful Dylan song, sang by the cognoscenti of the 60's. RIP for ever. Bob and Joan.

    R.... F....

    Richard Fletcher THIER NOT DEAD YET??? ARNOLD BOURBON AMARAL

    R.... F....

    @Arnold Amaral I think he meant the 60's Shall RIP to a generation of great music, never to be heard again.

  50. A.... C....

    https://plus.google.com/u/1/collection/EZk2PE

  51. M.... A....

    cada día se puede descubrir una canción o una cantante ke te ara ser mejor persona cada día, lástima ke al Sr. Trump parece ke no le gusta tampoco la música.

  52. M.... A....

    la escuché por primera vez en el Nobel y la tengo siempre como unas de mis favoritas.

  53. M.... A....

    también muy buena como la de la Paty, y por supuesto como la de Dylan.

  54. E.... S....

    Magic voice !

  55. A.... P....

    good on u joany love this folky version true to the original

  56. L.... C....

    And you are correct. the voice angels. I am going to ride the wings. peace out

  57. j.... ....

    joan does this song best of all

    j.... ....

    The good thing about music is it a matter of opinion.Totally disagree although its a great version.No one can sing like Bob

  58. S.... K....

    "where the executioners face is well hidden" is my favorite line.

    S.... K....

    Shannon Kringen my favored is " I saw guns and swords in the hands of young children" how prophetic.

    S.... K....

    Shannon Kringen Dylan wrote some great stuff.

    S.... K....

    Shannon Kringen

    I saw Androids and Iphones in the hands of young children and..
    From big data cloud, A Hard Rain a gonna Fall..

    This is my favorite contribution to the song.

    S.... K....

    SuperDino2222

    I saw Androids and Iphones in the hands of young children and..
    From big data cloud, A Hard Rain a gonna Fall..

    Is even more prophetic

  59. K.... K....

    👁
    💧

  60. T.... B....

    She sang this at Operation Ceasefire in 2005, tore me up. so powerful. YouTube deleted it.

  61. G.... W....

    She's a talent, no doubt.

  62. j.... ....

    was this song on the ANYDAY NOW album ?

    j.... ....

    It appears on all these albums:

    Farewell, Angelina

    The First Ten Years *

    Golden Hour *

    Live Europe '83

    Best 34 *

    Diamonds-The Best of The Vanguard Years **

    Rare, Live & Classic **

    The Very Best Of Joan Baez *

  63. J.... M....

    A splendid interpretation of Dylan's finest song.

  64. k.... b....

    졸라 좋다니깐 👍

  65. C.... ....

    A siren's voice...

  66. T.... C....

    first album I ever purchased. strange choice for an 18yr old ,parka wearing scooter boy. But that`s me, always followed a different road from the expected one. Still have the record  50yrs on !!

    T.... C....

    bloodandwinearered MY WIFE BOUGHT ME A RECORD PLAYER 3 YEARS AGO. I SAW JOANIE IN CONCERT IN 1967. I WAS 16 . I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT CONCERT. MY U TUBE PLAY LIST KEEPS GROWING FOR JOANIE. ARNOLD BOURBON AMARAL

    T.... C....

    Hope your still following a different road

    T.... C....

    eccentricity is to be encouraged,why be a lemming?

    T.... C....

    Snap - though I was an 18 year old traditional sailor from the world of tar, topsails, real ale and squeeze box...

    T.... C....

    My first ever Album buy was JoanBaez as well. :) Not this one :)

  67. V.... D....

    Whare did you go my blue eyed son

  68. A.... J....

    A combination of a great song by Dylan and Joan's great voice. This is a classic.

    A.... J....

    Arthur J Dale beautiful almost beyond measure.

    A.... J....

    Her Voice is like an Angel's Voice

    A.... J....

    Try listening to the words and the back of the brethren music is also beautiful and so is your voice so I hope I get to see you both being that it's your last tour Ms Joan Baez & and Mr Bob Dylan please play one more time in New York or in Pennsylvania the garden if I had the money I'd buy and pay for an auditorium for you to play but I don't so all I can say is farewell have a happy life. Joan 2 Joan

    A.... J....

    Or in Pennsylvania spectrum JFK I don't even know if they're still there cuz I've been living in New York City if you're ever in Brooklyn look me up

  69. M.... P....

    desperate song!!!

  70. H.... L....

    she love me.. love too

  71. W.... B....

    An Opera Singer Voice given to folksinging (and Bob Dylan)

    W.... B....

    She certainly could have if she wanted to.

  72. B.... ....

    une vrai beauté à regarder et à écouter.....

  73. R.... C....

    American Pop!!!!!!

  74. C.... C....

    I got to see her in the very late 60's and she is still as wonderful as she ever was.  What a voice.

    C.... C....

    +Cynthia Cherneski youre so very fortunate! I'm 20 years old and have tickets to see her for my first time this February. I hope my girlfriend will appreciate her music! She's absolutely wonderful

    C.... C....

    +roflimjokes I just saw her a couple weeks ago in Ann Arbor and it was an awesome show!

    C.... C....

    Good to hear! I'm curious what she's been performing as of late. did she slip in the few dylan covers like usual?@Gabe C. C

    C.... C....

    +roflimjokes Of course she did lol. Here is her set list as far as I can remember: It's all over now baby blue, diamond and rust, house of the rising sun, let it be, the night they drove old dixie down. There were a few songs that I haven't heard before, so this is only part of her set

    C.... C....

    Cynthia Cherneski
    But she gave negative vibes to Donald Tump.
    Her template...
    A woman of color can do no wrong

    One sided PC Berkeley Fascist..
    She is not a truth seeker

  75. Y.... d....

    Hello, all of you. I suggest you listen to the ballad of sacco and vanzetti interpreted by Joan Baez on a music by ...Ennio Moricone... wonderful too !

  76. C.... W....

    And once again, nuclear winter baeckons. I remember 1962-3

  77. C.... L....

    A beautiful voice, a beautiful human being...thank you, Joan.

  78. S.... G....

    EXTRAORDINARY.

  79. R.... ....

    What a BEAUTIFUL voice.

  80. P.... N....

    it's amazing

  81. i.... ....

    Beautiful. Thank you mummy <3

  82. k.... i....

    simply an overwhelming voice

  83. G.... A....

    nice version

  84. J.... P....

    The hard rain is falling and falling and falling....

  85. P.... H....

    Well Done Bravo!!