This Hard Land lyrics - 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

Till they're back out on these fields

Where they fall from my hand

Back into the dirt of this hard land

Now me and my sister

From Germantown we did ride

We made our bed, sir

From the rock on the mountainside

We been blowin' around from town to town

Looking for a place to stand

Where the sun burst through the cloud to fall like a circle

Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come 'round

It don't come 'round here no more

And the only sound at night's the wind

Slammin' the back porch door

It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down

Twistin' and churnin' up the sand

Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down

Face-down in the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill

I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"

I can see them Bar-M choppers sweepin' low across the plains

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 lost 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 ya 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

Well sleep 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