Текст песни «A Hard Rains A-gonna Fall» от Barbara Dickson

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Barbara Dickson - "A Hard Rains A-gonna Fall"

Lyrics to A Hard Rains A-gonna Fall :

Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son'

And where have you been my darling young one'

Ive stumbled on the sides of twelve misty mountains

Ive walked and Ive crawled on six crooked highways

Ive stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

Ive been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

Ive climbed a white ladder all covered with water

Ive heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning

Ive ridden a wave that could drown the hole world



And its a hard - its a hard

Its a hard - and its a hard

Its a hard rains a-gonna fall



And what did you meet my blue-eyed son'

And who did you meet my darling young one'

I met a new born baby with wild wolves all around it

I met gubs and sharp swords in the hands of young children

I met a roomful of men with their hammers a-bleeding

I met one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing

I met ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I met many who whispered and none who would listen



And its a hard - its a hard

Its a hard - and its a hard

Its a hard rains a-gonna fall



And whatll you do now my blue-eyed son'

And whatll you do now my darling young one'

Im going back out before the rain starts a-falling

Ill walk a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

Till I get to the depths of the deepest dark forest

Where the branches are black and with blood they keep dripping

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

Where their hunger is ugly and their souls are forgotten

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their water

And the home in the valley meets the dirty dark prison

And the executioners face is always well hidden

Where black is colour and none is the number

And Ill tell it and speak it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountains so all souls can see it

And Ill stand on the ocean until I start sinking

And Ill know my song well before I start singing



And its a hard - its a hard

Its a hard - and its a hard

Its a hard rains a-gonna fall
[ A Hard Rains A-gonna Fall Lyrics  ]

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