Black Sabbath - A Hard Road Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: A Hard Road by Black Sabbath at LyricsKeeper.com.
A Hard Road
| A Hard Road Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For A Hard Road By Black Sabbath?
Old men crying, young men dying
World still turns as Father Time looks on On and on Children playing, dreamers praying Laughter turns to tear as love has gone Has it gone? Oh, it's a hard road Oh, it's a hard road Whirlwind churning, lovers learning On this path of life we can't back down Is it wrong? Widows weeping, babies sleeping Life becomes the singer and the song Sing along Oh, it's a hard road Carry your own load Why make the hard road? Why can't we be friends? No need to hurry We'll meet in the end Why make the hard road? Why can't we be friends? No need to worry Let's sing it again Brother's sharing, mother's caring Nightime falling victim to the dawn Shadows small Days are crawling, time is calling To the Earth that not that life has gone Love line drawn Oh, it's a hard road Carry your own load Oh, it's a hard road Oh, it's a hard road We're living in sorrow, we're living the best And look to the future, 'cause life goes together now We're living in sorrow, we're living the best And look to the future, 'cause life goes together now We're living in sorrow, we're living the best And look to the future, 'cause life goes together now |
Who Wrote A Hard Road By Black Sabbath?
Anthony Iommi, John Osbourne, Terence Butler, William Ward
|
What's The Duration Of The A Hard Road By Black Sabbath?The duration of A Hard Road is 6:05 minutes and seconds. |
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Coop: Keep On Hotel motel Holiday Inn…
- Paul David: I Won't Take Less Than Your Love "How much do I owe you?" said the husband to his wife…
- Vivian Lord: On Green Dolphin Street It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened…
- Whiz Bang Deal Band: So Hard Living Without You I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall…
- Webb Wilder: Still Water Runs Deep Still waters run deep…