Hard Times

Hurry up now cuz its been too long
Waking up early every break of dawn
Wishing that the last of the winter frost was gone

We’ve plowed these barren fields before
We knocked on every open door
We've sailed from every shore to empty shore.

Let’s raise a glass,To where we’ve been
And hope these hard times don’t come again


The front door squeaks and the cold creeps down
To old wood stove that we’ve gathered 'round
As the chorus of the song that would keep us sane rings loud

And the porch flag, it’s wearing thin
Edges frayed but its not giving in
It dances to the ballad of the rumble of the mighty wind

Let’s raise a glass,To where we’ve been
And hope these hard times don’t come again
A toast the past, a new day begins
Let’s pray these hard times don’t come again

Tonight is the time for the passing of the wine
We’ll drink to warmth and the open skies
Give thanks for the brand new spirit in our eyes.

If we hurry up now, we can meet a young day
Carrying about the same old way
Writing lines at the top of a new blank page

Let’s raise a glass,To where we’ve been
And hope these hard times don’t come again
A toast the past, a new day begins
Let’s hope these hard times don’t come again