Way before the sun up, on his second cup, Hes out across the open sky. As streaks of orange, pink, and Wash over of new mown hay The rangeland fills a cowboys heart pride.
He rises slowly his chair, His is stiff, greys in his hair. Hes spent a lot of lone in the sun. He one much to complain He up, takes the reins, And har til his working day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a love for the And a in the brand In heartland living close to the land In Americas close to the land.
When the sun is overhead been eight hours out of bed. Shes still got a lot of to do, Pulling an patchin jeans And keepin faith when are lean, She does a mans work and a too.
Shell run a tractor, stock, Fix the truck, then her flock But somehow she roses from the ground. She aint got a to prove She simply what she must do early morning til the sun goes down.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a love for the And a pride in the In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
Theres something the people know Who make things live and things grow than the words of any sage That unless youve this earth, Planted seeds, or given The heart can never come of age.
You can see it in the of every woman and man Whove spent their whole living close to the land. Theres a for this country And a in the brand In heartland living close to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
Bringin in the sheaves, in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a to come down we ought to be.
When we find ourselves in the place right It be in the valley of love and delight. And when simplicity is gained To bow and to we wont be ashamed. To turn, will be our delight Til by turning, we come round right.