Tom Russell - A hard rains a-gonna fall

Oh, where have you been, my ^Cblue-eyed ^Gson? Oh, where have you been, my darling young ^Done? I've ^Cstumbled on the side of ^Dtwelve misty ^Gmountains I've ^Cwalked and I've crawled on ^Dsix crooked ^Ghighways I've ^Cstepped in the middle of ^Dseven sad ^Gforests I've been ^Cout in front of a ^Ddozen dead ^Goceans I've been ^Cten thousand miles in the ^Dmouth of a ^Ggraveyard And it's a hard, it's a ^Dhard, it's a ^Ghard and it's a ^Chard And it's a ^Ghard rain's^D a gonna ^Gfall

Oh, what did you see, my ^Cblue-eyed ^Gson? Oh, what did you see, my darling young ^Done? I saw a ^Cnewborn baby with wild ^Dwolves all a^Ground it I saw a ^Chighway of diamonds with ^Dnobody ^Gon it I saw a ^Cblack branch with ^Dblood that kept ^Gdrippin' I saw a ^Croom full of men with their ^Dhammers a-^Gbleedin' I saw a ^Cwhite ladder all ^Dcovered with ^Gwater I saw ^Cten thousand talkers whose ^Dtongues were all ^Gbroken I saw ^Cguns and sharp swords in the ^Dhands of young ^Gchildren And it's a hard, it's a ^Dhard, it's a ^Ghard and it's a ^Chard And it's a ^Ghard rain's^D a gonna ^Gfall

And what did you hear, my ^Cblue-eyed ^Gson? And what did you hear, my darling young ^Done? I heard the ^Csound of a thunder, it ^Droared out a ^Gwarnin' Heard the ^Croar of a wave that could ^Ddrown the whole ^Gworld Heard ^Cone hundred drummers whose ^Dhands were a ^Gblazin' Heard ^Cten thousand whisperin' and ^Dnobody ^Glistenin' Heard ^Cone person starve, I heard ^Dmany people ^Glaughin' Heard the ^Csong of a poet who ^Ddied in the ^Ggutter Heard the ^Csound of a clown who ^Dcried in the ^Galley And it's a hard, it's a ^Dhard, it's a ^Ghard and it's a ^Chard And it's a ^Ghard rain's^D a gonna ^Gfall

Oh, who did you meet, my ^Cblue-eyed ^Gson? Who did you meet, my darling young ^Done? I ^Cmet a young child be^Dside a dead ^Gpony I ^Cmet a white man who ^Dwalked a black ^Gdog I ^Cmet a young woman whose ^Dbody was ^Gburning I ^Cmet a young girl, she ^Dgave me a ^Grainbow I ^Cmet one man who was ^Dwounded in ^Glove I ^Cmet another man who was ^Dwounded with ^Ghatred And it's a hard, it's a ^Dhard, it's a ^Ghard and it's a ^Chard And it's a ^Ghard rain's^D a gonna ^Gfall

Oh, what'll you do now, my ^Cblue-eyed ^Gson? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young ^Done? I'm a ^Cgoin' back out 'fore the ^Drain starts a-^Gfallin' I'll ^Cwalk to the depths of the ^Ddeepest black ^Gforest Where the ^Cpeople are many and their ^Dhands are all ^Gempty Where the ^Cpellets of poison are ^Dflooding their ^Gwaters Where the ^Chome in the valley meets the ^Ddamp dirty ^Gprison Where the ^Cexecutioner's face is ^Dalways well ^Ghidden Where ^Chunger is ugly, where ^Dsouls are for^Ggotten Where ^Cblack is the colour, where ^Dnone is the ^Gnumber And I'll ^Ctell it and think it and ^Dspeak it and ^Gbreathe it And re^Cflect it from the mountain so ^Dall souls can ^Gsee it Then I'll ^Cstand on the ocean un^Dtil I start ^Gsinkin' But I'll ^Cknow my song well be^Dfore I start ^Gsingin' And it's a hard, it's a ^Dhard, it's a ^Ghard and it's a ^Chard And it's a ^Ghard rain's^D a gonna ^Gfall