Love and hard times

Renée Fleming & Brad Mehldau

God and His only son
Paid a courtesy call on Earth one Sunday morning
Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips
Songbirds sang from the tips of cotton roots
Old folks wept for His love in these hard times

"Well, we gotta get going",
Said the restless Lord to the son
"There are galaxies yet to be born
Creation is never done
Anyway, these people are slobs here
If we stay it's bound to be a mob scene"
But He disappeared
And it's love in hard times

I loved you the first time I saw you
I know that's an old songwriting cliché
I loved you the first time I saw you
Can't describe it any other way,
Any other way The light of you beauty was warm as a summer day
Clouds of antelopes roll by;
No hint of rain to come in the prairie sky
It's just love, love, love, love, love

When the rains came, the tears burned
The windows rattled, the locks turned
It's easy to be generous when you're on a roll
It's hard to be grateful when you're out of control
And love is gone

The light at the edge of the curtain is the quiet dawn
The bedroom breathes, and clicks, and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat can't relax
But then your hand takes mine
Thank God I found you in time
Thank God I found you
Thank God I found you