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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Ferry
Bryan Ferry
Vocals
John Porter
John Porter
Guitar
Roger Ball
Roger Ball
Baritone Saxophone
Dave Skinner
Dave Skinner
Piano
Eddie Jobson
Eddie Jobson
Keyboards
Henry Lowther
Henry Lowther
Trumpet
Malcolm Duncan
Malcolm Duncan
Tenor Saxophone
Paul Thompson
Paul Thompson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composer
Roger Ball
Roger Ball
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Ferry
Bryan Ferry
Producer
John Porter
John Porter
Producer
John Punter
John Punter
Producer
Andy Arthurs
Andy Arthurs
Assistant Engineer
Steve Nye
Steve Nye
Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Where have you been, my darling, young one? I've stumbled on the side twelve misty mountains Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard And it's a hard And it's a hard And it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what did you see, my blue eyed son? What did you see, my darling, young one? I saw a newborn baby with white 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' 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 And it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son? What did you hear, my darling young one I heard the sound of thunder that roared out a warning 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, 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 And it's a hard, hard, hard, hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, who you did meet, my blue eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts fallin' Walk to depths of the deepest black forest Where people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding 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 But I know my song well before I start singing And it's a hard It's a hard And it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And it's a hard And it's a hard And it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
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