I turn my face to the waterline
I turn my face far away
This, I realize, is not the way
Where the dark lies, push it away

Hard by design
Hard times
Are just a drop of rain
So let the rain come on
Behind, behind runs the sun

I put my hands on the red dirt land
I work the land where my father tread
He said 'Don't be afraid when the snake is at hand;
The serpent is kind compared to man'

Hard by design
Hard times
Are just a drop of rain
Let the rain come on
Behind, behind runs the sun

The littlest light
Is the break of day
The littlest lamp
Finds a way
All of our friends
Across the land
Alive in the light
And I called her then

Hard by design
Hard times
Are just a drop of rain
So let the rain come on
Outside, outside comes the sun

Hard by design
Hard times
Are just a drop of rain
So let the rain come on
Outside, outside runs the sun