Way the sun comes up, on his second cup, Hes looking out the open sky. As streaks of orange, pink, and Wash over rows of new hay The rangeland fills a heart with pride.
He slowly from his chair, His back is stiff, in his hair. Hes spent a lot of lone in the sun. He aint one much to 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 living close to the land. a love for the country And a pride in the In Americas heartland living close to the In heartland close to the land.
When the sun is overhead Shes been hours out of bed. Shes still got a lot of to do, Pulling weeds an jeans And keepin faith times are lean, She does a work and a womans too.
Shell run a tractor, stock, Fix the truck, then her flock But somehow she 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 eyes of woman and man Whove spent their whole lives close to the land. Theres a for the country And a pride in the In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas close to the land.
Theres something the people know Who make things live and make grow Deeper than the words of any unless youve touched this earth, Planted seeds, or given The human can never come of age.
You can see it in the of every woman and man Whove spent their lives living close to the land. Theres a love for this 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 shall come bringin in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a to come down we ought to be.
When we find ourselves in the place right It be in the valley of love and delight. And true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend we be ashamed. To turn, turn be our delight Til by turning, we come round right.