How can there be trouble in this world?
With the colour in these hills
The blue October sky
This little road that winds along the river
Dusty barns and tractors in the fields
And families sit in front yards
Or stand outside the churches
Kids are throwing footballs
And pulling carts of pumpkins
And the morning sun is sparkling on the water
How can there be such trouble in this world?
Where the mountains roll so gently
Deer graze on the hillsides
Birds chat on the phone lines
The whole wide world's a prayer for Sunday morning
The geese inspect the stubble in the fields
And all along the roadside
Families stop to wonder
At the new October morning
And a red tailed hawk is circling
And a father hugs his daughter
And an old man holds the car door for his wife to come and see
Then they turn and smile at me
How can there be such trouble in this world?
I know of course, I know, that this is not the only picture
I don't of course, I don't, know what to do
But the road keeps winding through the afternoon
And it doesn't know the sorrow
Or an inkling of the shadow
Of the rage across the water
The hatred and the horror
It just wanders through this valley with the river by its side
As the light fades from the sky
The beautiful light fades from the sky