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