A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Leon Russell: A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall


what’ll you do now
my blue-eyed son?
what’ll you do now
my darling young one?
i’m a-going back out
before the rain starts a-falling
i’ll 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 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 sinking
but i’ll know my song well before i start singing
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
--bob dylan