Here I go, preaching to the choir
But sometimes they can become tone deaf.



There’s a hard time a-comin’
When inflation’s near at hand
And the hammer is falling on the poor.
The rich are inheriting the spoils of the land
While hard times are headed here once more.

It’s a cry, a moan of the poor man
Hard times, hard times are known from every shore.
We’re getting over Covid, now we’re headed off to war
Oh hard times are standing at the door

Can we save our ourselves in time
to avert the coming doom?
Can we rid ourselves of all that we deplore?
Is there hope for humanity? Can we make a little room
So that fear and hatred come again no more?

There’s a sign, a light of a new world
Hard times, hard times need not be in store
If we mobilize together to protest the coming war
Oh hard times may come again no more.