Way the sun comes up, Already on his cup, Hes looking out the open sky. As streaks of orange, pink, and Wash over of new mown hay The rangeland fills a 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 saddles up, the reins, And har til his working day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove their whole 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.
When the sun is overhead Shes been hours out of bed. Shes got a lot of work to do, Pulling an patchin jeans And keepin faith times are lean, She does a mans and a womans too.
run a tractor, water stock, Fix the truck, then feed her But she gets roses from the ground. She aint got a to prove She does what she must do early morning til the sun goes down.
You can see it in the of every woman and man Whove spent their whole living close to the land. Theres a for the country And a in the brand In Americas heartland living close to the In heartland close to the land.
Theres something that the people Who make live and make things grow Deeper the words of any sage That unless touched this earth, Planted seeds, or given The human heart can 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 pride in the In heartland living close to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
Bringin in the sheaves, bringin in the We shall come rejoicing 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 of love and delight. And when true simplicity is To bow and to bend we be ashamed. To turn, turn be our delight Til by turning, turning we round right.