When I walk beside her I am the better man When I look to leave her I always stagger back again
Once I built an ivory tower So I could worship from above When I climb down to be set free She took me in again
There's a big A big hard sun Beating on the big people In the big hard world
When she comes to greet me She is mercy at my feet When I see her pin her charm She just throws it back at me
Once I dug an early grave To find a better land She just smiled and laughed at me And took her blues back again
There's a big A big hard sun Beating on the big people In the big hard world
When I go to cross that river She is comfort by my side When I try to understand She just opens up her hands
There's a big A big hard sun Beating on the big people In the big hard world
Once I stood to lose her When I saw what I had done Bowed down and threw away the hours Of her garden and her sun
So I tried to want her I turned to see her weep Forty days and forty nights And it's still coming down on me
There's a big A big hard sun Beating on the big people In the big hard world
Compositor: Gordon H Peterson (SOCAN)Editores: Universal Music Publishing Canada I (SOCAN), Word and Lyre (SOCAN)Publicado em 2011ECAD verificado obra #2620802 e fonograma #11976491 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM