| Song | Love And Hard Times |
| Artist | Paul Simon |
| Album | Songwriter |
| 作曲 : Paul Simon | |
| 作词 : 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 got to 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, disappear, and it's love and hard times” | |
| I loved her the first time I saw her | |
| I know that's an old songwriting cliche | |
| Loved you the first time I saw you | |
| Can't describe it any other way | |
| Any other way | |
| The light of her beauty was warm as a summer day | |
| Clouds of antelope rolled 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Simon | |
| zuò cí : 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 got to 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, disappear, and it' s love and hard times" | |
| I loved her the first time I saw her | |
| I know that' s an old songwriting cliche | |
| Loved you the first time I saw you | |
| Can' t describe it any other way | |
| Any other way | |
| The light of her beauty was warm as a summer day | |
| Clouds of antelope rolled 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 |