This Hard Land - Bruce Springsteen

Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds Ive sown

Can you give me a reason sir as to why theyve never grown

Theyve just blown around from town to town

Till theyre back out on these fields

Where they fall from my hand

Back into the dirt of this hard land

Now me and my sister from Germantown

We did ride

We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside

We been blowin around from town to town

Lookin from a place to stand

Where the sun burst through the cloud

To fall like a circle

Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it dont come round

It dont come round here no more

And the only sound at nights the wind

Slammin the back porch door

It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down

Twistin and churnin up the sand

Leavin all them scarecrows lyin face down

Face down in the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill

I can hear a tape desk blastin Home on the Range

I can see them Bar-M choppers

Sweepin low across the plains

Its me and you Frank were lookin for lost cattle

Our hooves twistin and churchin up the sand

Were ridin in the whirlwind searchin for lost treasure

Way down south of the Rio Grande

Were ridin cross that river

In the moonlight

Up onton the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank wont ya pack your bags

And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall

Just one kiss from you my brother

And well ride until we fall

Well sleep in the fields

Well sleep by the rivers and in the morning

Well make a plan

Well if you cant make it Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive

If you can

And meet me in a dream of this hard land