Farm Song

The wheels they spin as the tines dig in
Behind the tractor tilling
We plough the land we live
To get by with God willing

And we’ll prey for rain to bring life to the earth
So our crops might flourish and grow
And come harvest time we reap our yield
And a selling our goods we’ll go

Well the winter begins and the frost sets in
And the wheat stocks shrivel and die
And we have to live on what we’ve sown
To sustain ourselves and get by

Then we’ll prey for the sun to bring warmth to the earth
So our crops might flourish and grow
And when it’s spring again we’ll plant our seeds
And a working the land we’ll go

Well the wheels they spin as the tines dig in
Behind the tractor tilling
We plough the land we live
To get by with God willing

And we’ll prey for rain to bring life to the earth
So our crops might flourish and grow
Come harvest time we reap our yield
And a selling our goods we’ll go

And we’ll prey for the sun to bring warmth to the earth
So our crops might flourish and grow
And when it’s spring again we’ll plan our seeds
And a working the land we’ll go