Way the sun comes up, on his second cup, Hes looking out the open sky. As streaks of orange, pink, and Wash rows of new mown hay The rangeland a cowboys 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 aint one to complain He saddles up, the reins, And rides har til his day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove spent their whole lives living to the land. Theres a for the country And a in the brand In Americas heartland close to the land In Americas close to the land.
When the sun is overhead Shes eight hours out of bed. Shes got a lot of work to do, weeds an patchin jeans And faith when times are lean, She does a mans and a womans too.
Shell run a tractor, stock, Fix the truck, then feed her But she gets roses from the ground. She aint got a thing to 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 spent their whole living close to the land. Theres a for the country And a pride in the In heartland living close to the land In heartland close to the land.
Theres that the people know Who make things live and things grow than the words of any sage That unless touched this earth, Planted seeds, or birth The human can never come of age.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man spent their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a for this country And a in the brand In heartland living close to the land In heartland close 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 gift to come Where we to be.
we find ourselves in the place just 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, will be our delight Til by turning, turning we round right.