Impossible to count the number of songs I've heard Bob sing the last 5 decades, but this version is way up there among his very best. Timely, and timeless--like all great art. In Bob We Trust.
What a beautiful orator. I must admit I find myself swayed by Mr. de Valera’s wise words. A stern, yet gentlemanly response to an everything but gentlemanly situation. Impressively worded jabs without being childish, as many spoken slaps tend to be. Simply perfect, then and now.
P Flynn and Bertie still getting money from the Tax payers no accountability and the final insult Bertie thinks he is entitled to be President of Ireland but
[Verse 1] 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 twelve 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 ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard [Refrain] 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 [Verse 2] Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? And 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 dripping I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding 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 [Refrain] [Verse 3] 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 that roared out a warning I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing I heard ten-thousand whispering and nobody listening I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley [Refrain] 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 [Verse 4] Oh, what 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 white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman, her 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 in hatred [Refrain] 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 [Verse 5] And what will you do now, my blue-eyed son? And what will you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark 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's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell it, and speak it, and think it, and breathe it And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking But I'll know my song well before I start singing [Refrain] 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
This speech should be taught in every history class in schools when covering Ireland’s role in WWII. Encapsulates our neutrality and the reality of the monster; Churchill’s aggression that was a constant in his life against the Irish people and others. His point on “imagine if Germany won WWI and then decided to occupy England for years, then years later offer a peace Treaty but still maintain occupation of 6 southern Counties by the shores”. I’d like every British imperialist to have a good think about that point. Dev. A true patriot. A bastion of democracy and truth. A Christian. A Gael. ☘️🇮🇪✝️
Great war leader as Churchill was, this was one of the lowest points his bombast ever descended to. He couldn't see British imperialism from anyone else's viewpoint. Three days later De Valera made a famous reply to it, which is paradoxically regarded as de Valera's greatest speech. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-zbgPpG8pO8U.html
Well, he told that fat, alcolic off. Great, you won one, with a lot of help. Irishman and Americans. Great job in Gallipoli in 1915.. A small nation fighting a bigger one. A small nation found a way against you. Oh, and the Longfellow Didn't change parties for political gaine.
I had no idea this got played on the Japanese philharmonica ;'+} . I'm in the middle of listening to this right now, wide-eyed, and my jaw keeps dropping further and further. Amazing. I mean these are the feelings we felt when we first heard Bob sing the song, you know? His simple acoustic playing of it was so evocative it evoked grand emotions like these in all of us when we heard it. And now they're put ferociously put fabulously forth for all the world. One can easily tell Bob loves and is transported by playing it in this orchestrousness also. Thank you for the elation of this elevation!
