Way before the sun up, Already on his cup, Hes looking out across the sky. As of orange, pink, and gray Wash rows of new mown hay The rangeland fills a cowboys with pride.
He rises slowly his chair, His back is stiff, in his hair. Hes spent a lot of days in the sun. He aint one much to He saddles up, the reins, And rides har til his day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of every and man Whove spent their whole living close to the land. a love for the country And a in the brand In heartland living close to the land In Americas close to the land.
the sun is high overhead Shes been hours out of bed. still got a lot of work to do, Pulling weeds an patchin And faith when times are lean, She a mans work and a womans too.
run a tractor, water stock, Fix the truck, then her flock But somehow she roses from the ground. She aint got a thing to She simply does she must do From early til the sun goes down.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man spent their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a love for the And a pride in the In Americas heartland close to the land In Americas close to the land.
Theres something the people know Who make things live and make grow Deeper the words of any sage That unless youve touched earth, seeds, or given birth The human heart can never of age.
You can see it in the eyes of every and man Whove spent their whole lives close to the land. Theres a love for country And a in the brand In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
in the sheaves, bringin in the sheaves We shall come bringin in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a gift to come we ought to be.
When we find ourselves in the just right It be in the valley of love and delight. And true simplicity is gained To bow and to we wont be ashamed. To turn, turn be our delight Til by turning, turning we come right.