Fields Of Gold & Grain

With the sun on our backs, we rise at dawn, Hands in the earth, till the work goes on. The soil’s alive, and so are we, In the rhythm of the land, we’re wild and free. Stomp and clap, hear the boots tap, Fields of gold and grain beneath our feet. Clog to the beat, feel the joy and heat, Oh, the farmers sing, their pride complete. Seeds in the ground, we watch them grow, Through the rain, the shine, and winter’s snow. The seasons turn, but we don’t mind, The harvest is our rhythm, true and kind. Stomp and clap, hear the boots tap, Fields of gold and grain beneath our feet. Clog to the beat, feel the joy and heat, Oh, the farmers sing, their pride complete. In every seed, in every row, We plant our dreams, and watch them grow. From dusk to dawn, we’re never still, Our hearts beat to the farmer's will. Stomp and clap, hear the boots tap, Fields of gold and grain beneath our feet. Clog to the beat, feel the joy and heat, Oh, the farmers sing, their pride complete. In the fields of gold and grain, We’ll dance and sing through joy and pain. For every farmer, every hand, We work the soil, and bless the land.