Trying Times

Cindy Kallet



Trying times came to my door

Go be brave ones, let them in

All the sorrows we have borne

Will rise and ride on the morning wind

I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold

I don't mind the rain and cold



Once the fields were autumn wild

And the child had only time

She was given the power of all the gods

They said all the world was mine to find

I'd fill my pockets with grains of gold

I didn't mind the rain and cold



I sometimes wish that I could make

The world in orbit cease

I think, 'All these noble powers of thought and reason

And it all comes down to this?'

I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold

I don't mind the rain and cold



I take the view from sun and stars

But the hopeless seems to blind

Someday I'll learn to take with grace

The sweet, the bitter, the light and line

I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold

I won't mind the rain and cold



When the winter's deep in ice

And the ice has numbed the pain

We'll drive the glaciers down the coast

They'll scour the mountains, we'll try again

I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold

I don't mind the cold



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