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