Listen to this country song about how hard it is achieve peace: Peace is a harvest from a stony field. And yet how important it is to achieve that peace at any cost.

Peace Lyrics

The dust settles full on the valley floorA silent promise branded on a heavy doorWe gather the seeds of a quiet dreamWalking the banks of a frozen streamBut the ground is stubborn and the winter is longIt takes more than a melody to make a song

You can’t just wait for the sky to clearWhile the thunder is drawing nearIt’s a mountain to climb not a gift to receiveHarder than any ghost you believePeace is a harvest from a stony fieldA labor of iron that refuses to yield

I’ve seen sore hands folded tight in the darkSearching for fire without any sparkThe shadows are long and the road is wideWith nowhere left for a coward to hideHope is a window but the glass is stainedNothing is won where nothing is gained

You can’t just wait for the sky to clearWhile the thunder is drawing nearIt’s a mountain to climb not a gift to receiveHarder than any ghost you believePeace is a harvest from a stony fieldA labor of iron that refuses to yield

The altar is empty and the pews are bareThere is no magic in the cold hard airIf you want the calm after the galeYou have to drive the hammer and strike the nail

You can’t just wait for the sky to clearWhile the thunder is drawing nearIt’s a mountain to climb not a gift to receiveHarder than any ghost you believePeace is a harvest from a stony fieldA labor of iron that refuses to yield

It isn’t handed down from a golden throneIt’s built from the heart beat and built from the boneSo stand in the wind and face the rainTrue stillness is born from the center of painForging the silver from the common leadBy the sweat of the living and the debt of the dead

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Listen to this country ballad about idiots, tragedy, and sometimes comedy.

Nattering Nabobs Lyrics

The prophets of the bitter tongue are gathering in the hallPolishing their grievances against the rising wallThey measure out the heavy hours with calculations coldTurning every silver spark into leaden moldI see them on the corners with their pedigrees of doubtTrying to extinguish what the spirit is aboutThey talk of ruined harvests before the seed is sownBuilding monuments of ash upon a shifting throne

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

There is no room for the dreamer or the man who bears the scarThey want to clip the gravity and tether every starWith a lexicon of failure and a syntax of despairThey poison every fountain and they thin the very airBut the wind does not acknowledge what the cynic has to sayAnd the morning finds a window despite the disarray

The banquet table groans beneath the weight of their disdainThey find a hidden poison in the falling of the rainWhile the simple man is planting, they are digging up the ghostOf a thousand little tragedies they value all the mostSo let them count the pebbles while the mountain starts to climbLet them prosecute the rhythm and the reason and the rhymeFor the song persists regardless of the jury in the shackAnd the forward motion never takes the invitation back

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

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Enjoy this country music song celebrating our President and his accomplishments for the American people.

Just That Simple Lyrics

One thing I like about him,He keeps it real just like GrandmaI can trust himJust that simpleHe says exactly what he feelsHe’s doing the right thingBack up off him!Just that simple

Grandma said itIf you take a life,You do lifeJust that simpleGrandma said itIf you do harsh crimeYou do harsh timeJust that simple

Talk about normsBut flout them all overBeing gross is a choiceJust that simple.Join in the absurdityTroll away and awayWe don’t fall for that crapJust that simple

Grandma said itIf you take a life,You do lifeJust that simpleGrandma said itIf you do harsh crimeYou do harsh timeJust that simple

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