Listen to me, daughter of mine:
All kingdoms grow and flourish, then they decline
All that they've won unrighteously
Becomes their own undoing, eventually
Hard times are coming
Maybe in your life, hard times are coming
This is the ark we'll build on dry ground:
I'll teach you to grow your own food and keep it sound
To bake your bread with your own hands
And how to coax survival out of the land
Hard times are coming
Maybe in our lives, hard times are coming
Daughter of mine, don't be afraid
Recall the purpose for which you have been made
Give in to fear and you'll become
The very thing I wish to protect you from
Hard times are coming
Maybe in your life, hard times are coming
Hard times are coming
Maybe in our lives, hard times are coming