Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect 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 singin', 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.

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (1962)