Trying Times from Welcome Day by Cindy Kallet & Grey Larsen

Trying times came to my door
Go be brave ones, let them in
All the sorrows we have born
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
And all 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

• American
• Folk
• Irish
• Irish flute
• acoustic
• fingerstyle guitar
• folk
• hardship
• harmonium
• irish whistle
• quebecois
• soulful
• uplifting
• Bloomington