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Out in the fields at break of day,
With soil beneath, I find my way,
The sun beats down, my hands are worn,
But from this land, the life is born.
Through fields of gold and days of rain,
We toil and work through joy and pain,
The harvest comes, the seeds we’ve sown,
In the earth, our strength is grown.
The plow it turns, the day is long,
We sing the old familiar song,
With every step, the earth, it gives,
A promise of the life we live.
Through fields of gold and days of rain,
We toil and work through joy and pain,
The harvest comes, the seeds we’ve sown,
In the earth, our strength is grown.
And though the seasons come and go,
The winds may change, the rivers flow,
But in our hands, we hold the key,
To build the future yet to be.
Through fields of gold and days of rain,
We toil and work through joy and pain,
The harvest comes, the seeds we’ve sown,
In the earth, our strength is grown.
So side by side, we stand and know,
The work we do will always show,
In every grain, in every tree,
The life we’ve built, our legacy.
WRITERS
Jessica Davis
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Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
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