Oh, what'll you do now my blue eyed son?
And what'll you do now my darling young one.
I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many & 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 hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where dark is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breath it,
And reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it,
And I'll stand on the ocean untill 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.
Bob Dylan; A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
