Way before the sun up, Already on his cup, Hes out across the open sky. As of orange, pink, and gray Wash over of new mown hay The rangeland a cowboys heart with pride.
He rises from his chair, His is stiff, greys in his hair. Hes spent a lot of lone in the sun. He aint one much to He up, takes the reins, And har til his working day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of every and man Whove spent whole lives living close to the land. Theres a love for the And a in the brand In Americas heartland living close to the In heartland close to the land.
the sun is high overhead Shes been eight out of bed. Shes got a lot of work to do, Pulling an patchin jeans And keepin when times are lean, She does a work and a womans too.
run a tractor, water stock, Fix the truck, feed her flock But somehow she roses from the ground. She aint got a thing to She does what she must do From early til the sun goes down.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove spent whole lives living close to the land. a love for the country And a in the brand In Americas heartland living close to the In heartland close to the land.
Theres something the people know Who make things and make things grow Deeper than the of any sage That unless touched this earth, Planted seeds, or birth The heart can never come of age.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove spent their lives living close to the land. Theres a love for country And a pride in the In Americas heartland living close to the In heartland close to the land.
Bringin in the sheaves, in the sheaves We come rejoicing bringin in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a gift to down Where we to be.
When we find ourselves in the place just It will be in the of love and delight. And true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend we be ashamed. To turn, turn will be our Til by turning, we come round right.