Trying Times (Cindy Kallet) Trying times came to my door Go be brave ones, let them in All the sorrows we have borne Will rise and ride on the morning wind I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold I don't mind the rain and cold Once the fields were autumn wild And the child had only time She was given the power of all the gods They said all the world was mine to find I'd fill my pockets with grains of gold I didn't mind the rain and cold I sometimes wish that I could make The world in orbit cease I think, 'All these noble powers of thought and reason And it all comes down to this?' I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold I don't mind the rain and cold I take the view from sun and stars But the hopeless seems to blind Someday I'll learn to take with grace The sweet, the bitter, the light and line I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold I won't mind the rain and cold When the winter's deep in ice And the ice has numbed the pain We'll drive the glaciers down the coast They'll scour the mountains, we'll try again I'll fill my pockets with grains of gold I don't mind the cold MC
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