A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975

Where've you been
 My blue-eyed son?
 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
 Been in the middle of seven sad forests
 Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
 Been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
 And it's a hard, well it's a hard
 Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
 Well it's a hard rain gonna fall
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 What did you see
 My blue-eyed son?
 What did you see
 My darling young one?
 Saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
 Saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
 Saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
 Saw a room full of men with their hammers bleedin'
 Saw a white ladder covered in water
 Saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
 Guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
 And it's a hard, well it's a hard
 Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
 Oh, there's a hard rain gonna fall
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 What did you hear
 My blue-eyed son?
 What did you hear
 My darling young one?
 Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warning
 Heard the roar of a wave, could drown the whole world
 One person starve or a many people laughin'
 Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
 Heard the sound of a clown crying in the alley
 And it's a hard, well it's a hard
 And it's a hard, well it's a hard
 Well it's a hard rain gonna fall
 
 Who did you meet
 My blue-eyed son?
 Who did you meet
 My darling young one?
 Met a young child beside a dead pony
 Met a white man who walked a black dog
 Met one woman whose body was burning
 I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
 I met one man wounded in love
 Met another man wounded in hatred
 And it's a hard, well it's a hard
 Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
 And it's a hard rain gonna fall
 What'll you do now
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 My darling young one?
 I'm goin' back out, 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
 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 their 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, none is the number
 And I'll tell it and think it, and speak it and breathe it
 Reflect from the mountain, so all souls can see it
 And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
 But I'll know my song well before I start singing
 And it's a hard, well it's a hard
 Well it's a hard, and it's a hard
 It's a hard rain gonna fall