1 min readDec 15, 2016
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- I empathize with everything your compassionate and wise advice hopefully can teach us. Here’s what Bob said in 1965.
- And what’ll do now, my blue eyed son?
- What’ll 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
- And the executioner 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 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 singing
- And it’s a hard
- It’s a hard
- It’s a hard
- And it’s a hard
- It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
