Way the sun comes up, on his second cup, Hes looking out across the sky. As of orange, pink, and gray 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 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 whole lives living close to the land. Theres a 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 eight out of bed. Shes still got a lot of to do, Pulling weeds an jeans And faith when times are lean, She does a mans and a womans too.
run a tractor, water stock, Fix the truck, feed her flock But somehow she gets roses the ground. She aint got a to prove She simply does what she do From early morning til the sun down.
You can see it in the eyes of every and man Whove spent their whole lives close to the land. Theres a love for the And a pride in the In Americas heartland close to the land In Americas close to the land.
Theres something that the know Who things live and make things grow Deeper than the words of any That unless youve this earth, Planted seeds, or birth The human heart can come of age.
You can see it in the eyes of every and man spent their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a love for country And a pride in the In Americas living close to the land In Americas close to the land.
in the sheaves, bringin 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.
When we find ourselves in the place just It be in the valley of love and delight. And when true simplicity is To bow and to we wont be ashamed. To turn, turn will be our Til by turning, turning we round right.