Lyrics

We came off the deck of the steamer
Thorvald, Odile and me
Unsteady feet on a New York pier
Glad to be out of the sea

Seen from the top of the boxcar
The valley lay golden ahead
That big sky of west Minnesota
Promising hard earned bread

I don't need much for tomorrow
I've seen enough for today
Today I have no time for sorrow
Glory is coming my way

The radio warned of the big storm
While Thorvald was harvesting hay
And Odile preparing pig liver
The old scandinavian way

The sand would get into the engine
The tractor there stuck in a hole
That dust would get into your breathing
That dust would take home in your soul

The vicar says everything's ordered
That rain will be here any day
A day soon we'll have water
Glory is coming my way

Now Thorvald has buried his Odile
Last month we sold off the cow
Sometimes he withdraws in a silence
That is as blunt as the blade of the plough

I don't need much for tomorrow
I've seen enough for today
Today I have no time for sorrow
Glory is coming my way