Gully Washer

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? 

And where have you been, my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side of 12 misty mountains
I've walked and I 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 10,000 miles in the mouth of a graveyard

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