O where have you been my blue-eyed son?
O where have you been my darlin' young one?
I been to Nonsuch Park to meet with Beginners
I been riding to Stoke D'Abernon with Nigel a-leadin'
I been to Cafe Barbera where the staff were all welcomin'
An its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard
Its a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you see my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darlin' young one?
I saw ten people turn up but only seven on the long ride
I saw they fixed the potholes on Christ Church Road highway
I saw Malden Rushett with no traffic in it
I saw the gates of private estates openin' for me
I saw ten thousand cakes but I only got one
I saw black clouds a-gatherin' on the Western horizon
An its a hard, its a hard, its a hard, its a hard
Its a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you do, my blue eyed son?
And what did you do my darlin' young one?
We cycled pretty fast for a bunch of Beginners
We tried a new route with an extra hill in it
We got a bit wet but nothin' too scary
Because we got home before the clouds opened
and a hard, a hard, a hard, a hard, a hard rain began to fall.
With apologies to Bob Dylan.
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