Oh where have you been, oh where have you been
Where have you been my darling one?
Where have you been, oh where have you been
Where have you been my darling one?
Well I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
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, well it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard rain’s gonna fall
Oh what did you see, and what did you see
Well what did you see my darling one?
And what did you see, oh what did you see
And what did you see my darling one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
Saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
Saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
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, well it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard, and it’s a hard rain’s gonna fall
And what did you hear, what did you hear
And what did you hear my darling one?
And what did you hear, oh what did you hear,
What did you hear my darling one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing
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, well it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard, and it’s a hard rain’s gonna fall
What will you do now, what will you do now
What will you do now, my darling one?
What will you do now, what will you do now
What will you do now, my darling one?
I’m going back out before the rain starts a-falling
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 colour, 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 sinking
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
And it’s a hard, well it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard, and it’s a hard rain’s gonna fall
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This has been a hard year as a social worker I recognise that I am not facing the reality of the saving of lives and I despair at how the government have treated our nhs people. I have been responding to the needs and crisis faced by children and young people in care . Carers with health vulnerability with challenging teens who won’t follow the rules- risks there create anxiety, carers of children who have been abused and traumatised- limited services - songs like this keep me going thanks maureenb
supported by 6 fans who also own “My Darling One, or Hard Rain”
the album has thoughtful lyrics beautiful tunes and ends with my favourite tract a bar at the end of the world ... every track flows nicely to the next love it all marian holding
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023