| Song | Love and Hard Times |
| Artist | Paul Simon |
| Album | Over the Bridge of Time A Paul Simon Retrospective 1964-2011 |
| 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 |
| 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 |