Mark The Hard Earth *

When the sun shines down,
From his heavenly throne,
All the people lying on the ground are like lizards on a stone,
Thank God for sunny weather,
It’s only once a year,
The cold and wind they break them,
The winter brings their tears.

God put me here in this field full of snow,
The dark sky above me and the hard earth below,
It always feels cold, it’s always the same,
I made my choices and I’ll shoulder the blame

Standing in this field,
The sun beats down so bold,
Even though it’s real I know that it’s not gold.
I’ve no reason to complain,
This season always takes me,
To when I first felt low,
This season always makes me.

Me I like rain on a grey afternoon,
That sound on my window it brightens the gloom,
It’s never so still as when rain’s falling down,
The silence and the darkness they steal old Sol’s crown.