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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Timothée Chalamet

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

Produced by：Nick Baxter/Steven Gizicki/James Mangold

Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the sides 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'm going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling

I've 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 and none is the number

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

And reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it

Then I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinking

And I 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