Les paroles de la chanson
« This hard land »
Bruce Springsteen
Hey there mister can you tell me
What happened to the seeds I’ve sown Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they’ve never grown
They’ve just blown around from town to town
Back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land
Well me and my sister
From Germantown we did ride
And we made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin’ around from town to town
Lookin’ for a place to land
Where the sun could break through the clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don’t come ’round
Don’t come ’round here no more
And the only sound at night’s the wind
Slammin’ that back porch door
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to just blow you down
Twistin’ and churnin’ up the sand
Leavin’ all them scarecrows lyin’ facedown
In the dirt of this hard land
From a building up on the hill
I hear a tape deck blastin’ "Home on the Range"
And I can hear them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin’ low across the plains
And it’s me and you, Frank, we’re lookin’ for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin’ and churnin’ up the sand
We’re ridin’ in the whirlwind searchin’ for a treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We’re ridin’ ’cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey, Frank, won’t you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you, my brother
And we’ll ride until we fall
We’ll sleep out in the fields
We’ll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning we’ll make a plan
Well if you can’t make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land
What happened to the seeds I’ve sown Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they’ve never grown
They’ve just blown around from town to town
Back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land
Well me and my sister
From Germantown we did ride
And we made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin’ around from town to town
Lookin’ for a place to land
Where the sun could break through the clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don’t come ’round
Don’t come ’round here no more
And the only sound at night’s the wind
Slammin’ that back porch door
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to just blow you down
Twistin’ and churnin’ up the sand
Leavin’ all them scarecrows lyin’ facedown
In the dirt of this hard land
From a building up on the hill
I hear a tape deck blastin’ "Home on the Range"
And I can hear them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin’ low across the plains
And it’s me and you, Frank, we’re lookin’ for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin’ and churnin’ up the sand
We’re ridin’ in the whirlwind searchin’ for a treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We’re ridin’ ’cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey, Frank, won’t you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you, my brother
And we’ll ride until we fall
We’ll sleep out in the fields
We’ll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning we’ll make a plan
Well if you can’t make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land
