Besedila: Kate Campbell. Locust Years.

He built his life with his hands
Put all he had into the land
They came from nowhere on a cold dark wind
The harvest disappeared
But he survived the locust years

It hurt to hear her baby cry
Worked two jobs to get by
Convinced herself she never needed a man
Holding back the tears
She survived the locust years

When I lay next to you in your arms
I know the world can do us no harm
And like the thorns protect the rose
I am safe with you

I know a place inside a dream
Where rivers run through fields of green
A quiet valley that never lives in fear
I will meet you there
If we survive the locust years
If we survive the locust years