A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall Bryan Ferry

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
Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
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 (Hard) and it's a hard (Hard)
It's a hard (Hard) and it's a hard (Hard)
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall (Fall)

And what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
What did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves 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'

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 (Hard) and it's a hard (Hard)
And it's a hard (Hard), ha-ha-ha-hard (Hard)
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall (Fall)