Paul Simon - Love and Hard Times lyrics
[Paul Simon - Love and Hard Times lyrics]
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 gotta 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 cliché
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 roll by
No hint of rain to come in the prairie sky
It's 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
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 gotta 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 cliché
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 roll by
No hint of rain to come in the prairie sky
It's 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