Way the sun comes up, on his second cup, Hes out across the open sky. As of orange, pink, and gray 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 a lot of lone days in the sun. He aint one much to He saddles up, the reins, And har til his working day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove spent their lives living close to the land. Theres a love for the And a in the brand In Americas heartland living close to the In Americas heartland to the land.
When the sun is high Shes been eight out of bed. still got a lot of work to do, Pulling weeds an jeans And keepin when times are lean, She a mans work and a womans too.
Shell run a tractor, stock, Fix the truck, feed her flock But somehow she gets from the ground. She got a thing to prove She simply does what she do early morning til the sun goes down.
You can see it in the of every woman and man spent their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a for the country And a pride in the In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
Theres something that the people Who make things and make things grow Deeper than the of any sage unless youve touched this earth, Planted seeds, or birth The human heart can come of age.
You can see it in the of every woman and man Whove spent whole lives living 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.
Bringin in the sheaves, bringin in the We come rejoicing bringin in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a gift to come Where we to be.
we find ourselves in the place 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 will be our Til by turning, we come round right.