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A Hard Rain Already Fell by Kiran Kling Lyrics

Genre: rock | Year: 2020

[Verse 1]
Oh, what did you see, my brown-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I traveled two thousand miles from home and from power
I stood on a highway that stretched on forever
I walked into cave homes from millennia before me
I stood surrounded by art waiting to be discovered
From the summit of a mountain, I looked down on the world

[Chorus]
And It was a hard, was a hard, was a hard rain that already fell

[Verse 2]
Oh, what did you see, my brown-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a great dish that looked out on the cosmos
I saw a house that kept coming back to me
I saw a saint dead at the hands of the Christians
And I saw a casino across from a thrift store
I saw a map detailing the fires and the fallout
I saw three burned out planes in the dead of the desert
I saw a shack that I couldn’t go close to
[Chorus]
And It was a hard, was a hard, was a hard rain that already fell

[Verse 3]
Oh, what did you hear, my brown-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sounds of a village older than freedom
I heard voices swell in a song that wasn’t for me
I heard dying language from the lips of an elder
I heard the roar of the snow as it rushed down a valley
I heard a thousand dry whispers, calling for a rainstorm
I heard buckets splash as they carried the water
I heard the cry of an eagle as it flew high above me

[Chorus]
And It was a hard, was a hard, was a hard rain that already fell

[Verse 4]
Oh, what did you meet, my brown-eyed son?
And who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met an artist who sold his tradition
And I met a kid who sold drugs in the skatepark
I met an old woman who smiled at a stranger
I met a mountain guide, he warned me to be careful
I met a tourist looking back in the mirror
And I met a canyon that echoed my greeting
[Chorus]
And It was a hard, was a hard, was a hard rain that already fell

[Verse 5]
Oh, what will you do, my brown-eyed son?
And what will you do now my darling young one?
I’m a-going back out and pray the rain starts a-fallin
I’ll go back to the village and write down their language
Where freedom is deadly and distance impossible
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where a home in the desert is a dry relocation
And those who’re at fault have been long since forgotten
Where the press doesn’t travel and the cameras aren’t flashing
Where resources are thin and helping hands elsewhere
And I’ll take the long road home just for the scenery
And remember the places where life is the purest
So I’ll stand in the caldera till the last storm blows over
Cause it’s not enough to hope the kind-hearted takeover

[Chorus]
And It was a hard, was a hard, was a hard rain that already fell