[Intro]
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[Strophe]
    E                       A/E       E 
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? 
    E                                     B 
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? 
     A/E                     B/E          E 
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains 
     A/E                        B/E         E 
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways 
     A/E                      B/E       E 
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests 
     A/E                    B/E        E 
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans 
          A/E                       B/E        E 
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard 
           E                B            E                A 
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard 
       E        B             [ E ] 
It’s a hard rai---n’s a-gonna fall
[Refrain]
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[Strophe]
    E                    A         E 
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? 
    E                                  B 
And what did you see, my darling young one? 
        A/E                    B/E         E 
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it 
        A/E                      B/E    E 
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it 
  A/E                     B/E             E 
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’ 
        A/E                         B/E       E 
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’ 
  A/E                    B/E          E 
I saw a white ladder all covered with water 
      A/E                        B/E              E 
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken 
      A/E                          B/E            E 
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children 
           E                B            E                A 
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard 
           E        B             [ E ] 
And it’s a hard rai---n’s a-gonna fall
[Interlude]
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[Strophe]
    E                     A         E 
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? 
    E                                   B 
And what did you hear, my darling young one? 
            A/E                     B/E          E 
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’ 
            A/E                       B/E             E 
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world 
        A/E                        B/E          E 
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ 
        A/E                         B/E    E 
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ 
        A/E                        B/E         E 
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’ 
            A/E                B/E         E 
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter 
            A/E                  B/E          E 
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley 
           E            B            E            A 
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard 
       E        B             [ E ] 
It’s a hard rai---n’s a-gonna fall
[Interlude]
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[Strophe]
    E                    A         E 
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? 
E                                  B 
Who did you meet, my darling young one? 
  A/E                 B/E         E 
I met a young child beside a dead pony 
  A/E                 B/E            E 
I met a white man who walked a black dog 
  A/E                     B/E      E 
I met a young woman whose body was burning 
  A/E                   B/E       E 
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow 
  A/E                 B/E        E 
I met one man who was wounded in love 
  A/E                     B/E        E 
I met another man who was wounded in hatred 
           E            B            E            A 
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard 
       E        B             [ E ] 
It’s a hard rai---n’s a-gonna fall
[Interlude]
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[Strophe]
     E                      A          E   A   E   %  
And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son? 
     E                                    B 
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one? 
      A/E                      B/E           E 
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ 
     A/E                       B/E          E 
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest 
          A/E                       B/E           E 
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty 
          A/E                   B/E            E 
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters 
          A/E                          B/E        E 
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison 
        A/E                   B/E          E 
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden 
      A/E                       B/E          E 
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten 
      A/E                       B/E         E 
Where black is the color, where none is the number 
         A/E                      B/E          E 
And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it 
    A/E                          B/E           E 
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it 
          A/E                  B/E         E 
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ 
         A/E                 B/E          E 
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ 
           E            B            E                A 
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard 
           E        B             [ E ] 
It’s a hard rai---n’s a-gonna fall