Lyrics: Gordon Peterson
Music: Gordon Peterson
When I walk beside her
I am a better man
When I look to leave her
I always stagger back again
Once I built an ivory tower
So I could worship from above
And when I climbed down to be set free
She took me in again
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
When she comes to greet me
She is mercy at my feet
When I stay to pillage her
She just throws it back at me
Once I dug an early grave
To find a better land
She just smiled and laughed at me
And took her blues back again
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
And when I go to cross that river
She is comfort by my side
When I try to understand
She just opens up her hands
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
Once I stood to lose her
When I saw what I had done
Burned down and threw away the hours
Of her garden and her sun
So I tried to warn her
And turned to see her weep
Forty days and forty nights
And it's still coming down on me
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world