Hard Times Lyrics

Connemara Stone Company Hard Times

Dark Clouds are drifting low -beyond a gloomy sky.
An icy wind is sweeping snow -hard times for a butterfly.

Above the desert glows an angry sun -sending lethal
burning power.
Spiteful scorpions on the run -hard times for a flower.

Every day a disabled start -every night a suicid.
Every moment a broken heart -every minute a voice forever
quite.

Wasted dreams on a one-way road - spoilt days in a dirty
hole
A voiceless cry from a strangled throat – hard times for
tender soul.

Tortured bodies in slavery -locked-up minds in a prison-
cell.
Starving children in poverty -hard times for the liberty-
bell.

Every day a disabled start -every night a suicid.
Every moment a broken heart -every minute a voice forever
quite.