作曲 : Bob Dylan Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I walked and I crawled on six crooked highways I 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, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain a-gonna fall Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, 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 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 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 a-gonna fall
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan [00:06.979]Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? [00:13.918]Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? [00:20.817]I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains [00:27.753]I walked and I crawled on six crooked highways [00:34.444]I stepped in the middle of seven sad forests [00:41.209]I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans [00:47.820]I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard [00:52.642]And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard [01:00.176]It's a hard rain a-gonna fall [01:10.848]Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? [01:17.592]Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? [01:24.453]I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' [01:31.210]I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest [01:37.994]Where the people are many and their hands are all empty [01:44.783]Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters [01:51.551]Where the home in the valley meets the damp, dirty prison [01:57.866]Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden [02:04.882]Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten [02:11.525]Where black is the color, where none is the number [02:17.947]And I'll tell it, and think it, and speak it, and breathe it [02:24.409]And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it [02:30.848]Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' [02:37.449]But I'll know my song well before I start singin' [02:42.358]And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard [02:49.910]It's a hard rain a-gonna fall
