A Hard Rain’s A‐Gonna Fall
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son
And where have you been, my darling young one
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son
And what did you see, my darling young one
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
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

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black 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
And 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 sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'




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

Overall Meaning

"A Hard Rain’s A‐Gonna Fall" by Bob Dylan is a prophetic song that paints a bleak picture of a future dystopian world. It has a haunting quality that captures the human condition of despair and hopelessness.


The first verse sets the tone, beginning with a question, "Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?" The repeated line, "And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall" serves as a warning that the future will be challenging.


In each verse, Dylan describes grim scenarios, beginning with his journey through misty mountains, crooked highways, and sad forests. He then describes the things he saw, including a newborn baby with wolves, guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children and a room filled with men with hammers. He ends the verse with staccato lines, punctuating his message of a hard rain that is going to fall.


In the final verse, Dylan answers the question of what he is going to do now. He is going back out into the world, where he will walk to the depths of the deepest forest, where people's hands are empty, and where hunger is ugly, and souls are forgotten. He will tell it, sing it, speak it, and breathe it from the mountaintop until he sinks. This song is a warning about the apocalyptic and desolate future in store for humanity if we continue to ignore our problems, a message that is still relevant today.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Asking where the singer has been traveling to.


I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
The singer has traveled across rough terrain.


I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
The singer has faced numerous obstacles on their journey.


I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
The artist has entered areas of darkness or misery.


I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
The artist has witnessed the aftermath of great destruction.


I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
The singer has experienced extreme danger or risk.


And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
The repetition emphasizes the difficulty and impending danger of the situation.


Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Asking what the artist has witnessed on their journey.


I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
The artist has seen the vulnerability of innocence in a world of danger.


I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
The artist has seen wealth and opportunity but with no one to enjoy it.


I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
The singer has witnessed violence and the persistence of its effects.


I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
The artist has seen a labor force being exploited or abused.


I saw a white ladder all covered with water
The singer has witnessed a symbol of escape or ascension that has been rendered useless or undesirable.


I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
The singer has encountered people who are unable to communicate effectively and who lack influence.


I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
The singer has witnessed the tragedy of youth being forced into violent conflict.


And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
Asking what the artist has heard on their journey.


I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
The artist has heard a warning of an impending storm or disaster.


Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
The singer has become aware of a force of nature that threatens to cause great damage.


Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
The singer has observed the indifference or cruelty of some people towards others' suffering.


Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
The artist has heard of the tragic end of a creative person's life.


Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
The artist has heard of a seemingly happy or playful figure suffering in a hidden, dark place.


And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Reiterating the difficulty and danger that is coming.


Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Asking who the singer has encountered on their journey.


I met a young child beside a dead pony
The artist has seen the sadness and loss of childhood.


I met a white man who walked a black dog
The singer has observed a striking contradiction or role reversal.


I met a young woman whose body was burning
The singer has witnessed the agony of someone in physical pain or danger.


I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
The singer has received a gift of hope or beauty from an unexpected source.


I met one man who was wounded in love
The artist has encountered someone who has suffered from heartbreak and loss.


I met another man who was wounded with hatred
The artist has encountered someone who has become consumed by anger and bitterness.


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
Repeating the refrain to emphasize that a difficult and dangerous time is approaching.


Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Asking what the singer plans to do in response to what they have witnessed.


I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
The artist will take action before the harm comes.


I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
The artist is willing to face the most terrifying and dangerous places.


Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
The artist will go where people are suffering and in need.


Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
The singer will confront the sources of harm and poison in society.


Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
The artist will confront the institutions and systems that enslave and oppress.


Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
The singer will confront those who carry out violence and oppression while hiding their faces and identities.


Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
The singer will go where people are suffering from poverty and neglect and where they have lost their humanity.


Where black is the color, where none is the number
The singer will confront places where people are defined solely by their race or status and where individuality does not exist.


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
The artist will use all their abilities to convey their message of justice and hope to as many people as possible.


Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
The artist will continue to fight for their values and beliefs even if they are facing overwhelming opposition and danger.


And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
The song concludes with a reminder of the difficult and dangerous world that the singer is navigating.




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Written by: Bob Dylan

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@Lowgun5

Bob Dylan was 21 when he wrote this. It sounds like he was a thousand.

@andrewlewis9467

Hahaa man it’s so true though

@mitzidumaresque2144

sounds like .... it was a thousand years ago

@williamfarley3794

This song is relevant for thousands of years

@Aththadha

An old soul in awkward blue jeans

@Tom-nw3rt

Is it good or bad?

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@100Neopunk

He turns 80 tomorrow. Blessed be he for he is still among us

@zackzallie8735

A legend among us as always.

@mschiller1661

Neil Young asked him how he wrote the songs from his youth. Bob said he didn't know who that man was.....

@ryanpruner1853

Sus

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