Текст песни This Hard Land - Bruce Springsteen

Hey there, mister
Can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown?
Can you give me a reason, sir
As to why they've never grown?

They've just blown around from town to town
'Til they're back out on these fields
Here where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land, come on

Now me and my sister
From Germantown, yeah we did ride
Where we made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside

We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place to land
Where the sun bursts through the cloud to fall like a circle
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come 'round
It don't come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
Slammin' that 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 deck blastin', "Home on the range"
I can see them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains

And it's me and you Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight
Yeah, up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank, won't you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
I just want kiss from you, my brother
And we'll ride until we fall

We'll sleep in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning, we'll make a plan
Well, if you can't make it, stay hard
Stay hungry, stay alive if you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land

Hello, woo

Oh, woo