Love And Hard Times

God and His only Son

Paid a courtesy call on Earth

One Sunday morning

Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips

Songbirds sang from the tips of Cottonwoods

Old folks wept for His love in these hard times

“Well, We got to get going,”

said the restless Lord to the Son

“There are galaxies yet to be born

Creation is never done

Anyway, these people are slobs here

If we stay it's bound to be a mob scene

But, disappear, and it's love and hard times”

I loved her the first time I saw her

I know that's an old songwriting cliche

Loved you the first time I saw you

Can't describe it any other way

Any other way

The light of her beauty was warm as a summer day

Clouds of antelope rolled by

No hint of rain to come

In the prairie sky

Just love, love, love, love, love

When the rains came, the tears burned,

windows rattled, locks turned

It's easy to be generous when you're on a roll

It's hard to be grateful when you're out of control

And love is gone

The light at the edge of the curtain

Is the quiet dawn

The bedroom breathes

In clicks and clacks

Uneasy heartbeat, can't relax

But then your hand takes mine

Thank God, I found you in time

Thank God, I found you

Thank God, I found you