Porter Wagoner - Farmer على يركيت

Lyrkit

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Farmer

Farmer

(الألبوم: The Farmer - 1973)

He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land
The farmer, the farmer

With a hoe a shovel and a turning plow making his living by the sweat of the brow
The farmer, the farmer

When the sun gets hot the fields are dry and like a brain the seeds then die
The farmer, the farmer

Then he bends his back to plant new grain then his farm is blessed with rain
The farmer, God bless the farmer

Then on his knees gives thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod
The farmer, God bless the farmer

Raising his two calloused hands thanking God for letting him
Use his land to be a farmer

When the wind blows cold the ground is froze
Who feeds the hungry birds in the snow
The farmer, the farmer

No wonder he's the first in spring
To hear the lovely robins sing
The farmer, the farmer

His woman loves and understands
She works by his side in the fields like a man
The farmers, the farmers

Then on their knees give thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod
The farmers, God bless the farmers

Raising up their calloused hands thanking God for letting them
Be farmers just plain farmers
God bless the farmers, the farmers
God bless the farmers, the farmers

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