Paul Simon

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 cottonwoods
Old folks wept
For his love in these hard times

'Well, we gotta get going,'
Said the 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 disappeared
And it's love in hard times

I loved her the first time I saw her
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 her beauty is warm as a summer day
Clouds of antelopes roll by
No hint of rain to come
In the prairie sky
Just love, love, love, love, love

When the rains came
The tears burned
Windows rattled
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 in 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