Where have you been my blue-eyed son? Where have you been my darling young one? I've stumbled on side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled down six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans Been ten-thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard 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 What did you see my blue-eyed son? What did you see my darling young one? Saw the newborn babe with wild wolves all around it Saw the highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw the black branch with blood that kept drippin' Saw the room full of men whose hammers were bleedin' I saw the 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, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall What did you hear my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear my darling young one? Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warnin' Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one person starve, heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown that cried in the alley 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 Who did you meet my blue-eyed son? And who did you meet my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a young man who had a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met (a) young man who was wounded in love I met another man, he was wounded in hatred 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 And what'll you do now my blue-eyed son? And what'll you do now my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out where the rain starts a-fallin' I'm goin' down deep in 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 home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison And the executioner's face is always well-hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it AndI'll stand in the ocean until I start sinkin' And 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
In Ireland 🇮🇪 patti smith we love u ..i cry every time i hear this song singing by patti. A hard day fallin ..bob dylan song. Patti smith is the peoples singer. .power to patti smith we love u in Eire .please patti read true irish fans millions of us whom want to see u in Ireland 🇮🇪 north and republic one country patti as u know .. def miss the music peorty activism in 80s as we did and patti smith was there with us in eire with sinesd o connor and shane mc gowan....
Although it is great to have this edit for the playlist - I absolutely love the imperfection of the original. I don't think any performance has ever moved me as much. Such grace and dignity! If you haven't seen or heard it please do!
Funeral? That’s when we need Happy Songs and lyrics. But let’s not forget that the above Lyrics by Bob Dylan are his best of all times, the best of his writings, and written at the age of 21-23 years young. How did he do it? I’m jealous!
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side 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 And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild 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' I saw 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, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one person starve, I heard 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, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred 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 Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' 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 color, 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 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
What a song and what a performance and what a film 🎥 ❤. ..... And I stand on the ocean until I start sinking but I know my song well before I'll start singing ......that's incredible 🎉...
Back when we all still believed that a song could change the world and the crazy thing is that just for a while it really could. That was then; this is now and genocide is entertainment.
Questa donna si è lasciata invecchiare, senza nascondere nemmeno una ruga, con i suoi capelli grigi sciolti sulle spalle. E comunque è lo stesso affascinante.
Yes, that is correct. You can see the Swedish Royal family in the audience. Also note the N (Nobel) on the carpet. That info should have been in the title to the video or at least in the info-box.
I remember watching the live session on TV. For whatever reason, Pattie Smith twice stumbled with the lyrics. But, it was so beautiful and bold of her to recollect and finish beautifully. The audience clapped long showing their appreciation. Really moving rendition!❤🎵🙏
Yes, it’s live. I just checked, and the sound is synced with the video perfectly. Maybe there was a glitch with UA-cam when you watched it. Try watching again and see if it is ok.
Elle a chanté pour le vieux Bidet,et être pote de Dylan ne suppose pas pas une conscience élevée, et pourtant j'étais fan. What a pity all these artists...
Where have you been my blue-eyed son?
Where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled down six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
Been ten-thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
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
What did you see my blue-eyed son?
What did you see my darling young one?
Saw the newborn babe with wild wolves all around it
Saw the highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw the black branch with blood that kept drippin'
Saw the room full of men whose hammers were bleedin'
I saw the 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, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
What did you hear my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear my darling young one?
Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown that cried in the alley
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
Who did you meet my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a young man who had a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met (a) young man who was wounded in love
I met another man, he was wounded in hatred
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
And what'll you do now my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out where the rain starts a-fallin'
I'm goin' down deep in 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 home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
AndI'll stand in the ocean until I start sinkin'
And 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
Thanks!
Beautiful, simply beautiful
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Wow
In Ireland 🇮🇪 patti smith we love u ..i cry every time i hear this song singing by patti. A hard day fallin ..bob dylan song. Patti smith is the peoples singer. .power to patti smith we love u in Eire .please patti read true irish fans millions of us whom want to see u in Ireland 🇮🇪 north and republic one country patti as u know .. def miss the music peorty activism in 80s as we did and patti smith was there with us in eire with sinesd o connor and shane mc gowan....
Although it is great to have this edit for the playlist - I absolutely love the imperfection of the original. I don't think any performance has ever moved me as much. Such grace and dignity! If you haven't seen or heard it please do!
Came across this and have been playing it since. God, I miss the poetry, music and activism of the 60’s and 70’s. I was young but loved it.
We don't need to apologize for being young in the best of times. We've lived in interesting times.
someone please play this version at my funeral
I am thinking the same thing
Funeral? That’s when we need Happy Songs and lyrics. But let’s not forget that the above Lyrics by Bob Dylan are his best of all times, the best of his writings, and written at the age of 21-23 years young. How did he do it? I’m jealous!
Eu posso tocar e cantar
If I were Zimmy, I'd be right proud I'd written it so Patti could nail it. Wow! The backup musicians are perfect and heartfelt.
激しい雨は今も降り続く。
これからも止む事は無い。
いつか、いつか止む日を目指して。
Internal strength
Patti Smith Hello
Raw real artistry she is on another level
Very nice song of Dylan !
Very good song of Patti Smith for nobel prize!
As bob is rumoured to have said never confuse beauty and greatness with perfection
This is ineed the best version. I still listen to the unedited version sometimes. Thanks a lot
Lunga vita a Patti Smith !
I loved the unedited version with more emotional impact
So profoundly touching and powerful!!
haunting
Wow so moving absolutely wonderful.😎
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side 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
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild 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'
I saw 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, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard 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, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
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
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
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 color, 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 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
goosebump
Fantastic lyrics
Nowounder they awarded bob Dylan the Nobel prize for such a powerful lyrics, and all of his music legacy
Do the lyrics actually mean anything Bob Dylan often said his songs were just songs with random sayings
Magnificent !
What a song and what a performance and what a film 🎥 ❤. ..... And I stand on the ocean until I start sinking but I know my song well before I'll start singing ......that's incredible 🎉...
Idol of my youth - thank you very much
I've been very inspired by this song recently
Magnificent love love it!
People have the power
I saw Patti live courtesy of Chris Alexander at the Leamington Assembly (UK) - thank you Chris RIP
First I’ve seen this and it was beautiful, thanks for showing it.
Thanks for watching
Thank you.
La migliore!
un seul mots MAGNIFIQUE.
It is criminal to edit this performance. The unedited version was so beautiful and touching. ❤
The original version still exists.
@@themusicindustrialcomplex where?
❤❤❤❤Danke 😂😂😂😂😂❤❤
wow, wow, wow
The best
Quelle puissance quelle intensité dans le texte comme dans l’interprétation inspirée…
Isn't it sad that Bob wrote this in the 60s and we still are doing the same old dance.
Good woman
She opened for Dylan at Electric Factory played Last Farewell
DYLAN HAVE 21 YEARS OLD WHEN CREATE IT, IN 1962,,,,,
Wonderful! Patti´s version is better than Bob Dylan´s.
Both beyond great..
Bob Dylan's 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
Bob's version is better. Original.
No Dios es solo un ,Bob
You are deaf?
Back when we all still believed that a song could change the world and the crazy thing is that just for a while it really could.
That was then; this is now and genocide is entertainment.
We can still change the world even though the times they are a changing.
Remind again me how that worked out for John Lennon ?@@themusicindustrialcomplex
👍!
Questa donna si è lasciata invecchiare, senza nascondere nemmeno una ruga, con i suoi capelli grigi sciolti sulle spalle. E comunque è lo stesso affascinante.
E vero
I grandi artisti non hanno bisogno di mostrare le gambe e altro
She sang IT in Stockholm where she Received nobel prize for bob Dylan, right ?
Yes, that is correct. You can see the Swedish Royal family in the audience. Also note the N (Nobel) on the carpet. That info should have been in the title to the video or at least in the info-box.
I remember watching the live session on TV. For whatever reason, Pattie Smith twice stumbled with the lyrics. But, it was so beautiful and bold of her to recollect and finish beautifully. The audience clapped long showing their appreciation. Really moving rendition!❤🎵🙏
❤Fantastisk sångröst o text❤ SLAVA UKRAINA 😢from Sweden
Fuck ukraina
Please let me know the name of the guy with acoustic guitar.
This is great but Patti sang many other songs like people have the power
Beautiful song and performance.
The sound is not synced with the video. Is it really live?
Yes, it’s live. I just checked, and the sound is synced with the video perfectly. Maybe there was a glitch with UA-cam when you watched it. Try watching again and see if it is ok.
Of course. It's Dylan.
And I've seen IPhones and Androids in the hands of young children... And from big Data Cloud, Ah hard rain ah gonna fall.
She sings it with Joan Baez
One time at band camp...
BORN OF THE 4TH OF JULY. TOM CRUISE
Hehehe most people's versions are better I love Joan Baez's versions but he is the master no arguments there👍
*Jessica*
Elle a chanté pour le vieux Bidet,et être pote de Dylan ne suppose pas pas une conscience élevée, et pourtant j'étais fan. What a pity all these artists...
La ha
"sorry"
Ovaj bozji Angeo definitivno neće pasti