Where have you been, my boy?
Where have you been, my beloved prince?
I have struggled up the twelve tallest mountains
I have dragged myself on six heavy roads
I have wandered and swayed through seven sad forests
I have scouted over a dozen half-dead waters
I have wandered through a thousand gaping graves
And it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain that's falling
What did you see, my boy?
Where have you been, my beloved prince?
I saw a newborn baby with drooling wolves around it
I saw a bridge of rubies that no one could walk on
I saw a cut branch that bled on the ground
I saw a room full of men with glowing pliers
I saw a staircase of marble that was completely under water
I saw speakers speak with broken tones
I saw children armed with swords and grenades
And it's a hard, yes, it's a hard
Rain that's falling
What did you hear, my boy?
What did you hear, my beloved prince?
I heard the grumble of thunder that broke out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave that can drown us all
I heard the drummer drum until his hands started bleeding
I heard many people talking but no one listening
I heard people starving while people were laughing
I songs of the poet who died in a gutter
I heard the clown that went to cry in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain that's falling
Whom did you meet, my boy?
Whom have you met, my beloved prince?
I met a child with a dying donkey
I met a white man that walked a black dog
I met a young woman who burned like a torch
I met a young girl in the colors of the rainbow
I met a man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, and it's a hard
Rain that's falling
What will you do, my boy?
What will you do now, my beloved prince?
I will keep going before the rain gets worse
I will go deep into the darkest forests
Where the people are many and the hands are empty
The the factories' poisons have ruined their water
Where the homes in the valley are run-down
Where the executioners' faces are never seen
Where the bodies hunger and the souls thirst
Where black is the color and none is the number
And I will think it and speak it and believe it
And I will hold it from the mountain so everyone can see it
And I will stand where I stand until the waves take me
But I have learned my song well before I sing it
And it's a hard, yes, it's a hard
Rain that's falling