It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.”
“Oh, where have you been,My blue-eyed son?And where have you been,My darling young one?I’ve stumbled on the sideOf twelve misty mountainsI’ve walked and I’ve crawledOn six crooked highwaysI’ve stepped in the middleOf seven sad forestsI’ve been out in front ofA dozen dead oceansI’ve been ten thousand milesIn the mouth of…
