Poet 
: 9
(Verse 1)
Well, the sun’s risin’ over the fields,
Got my boots on, ready for the day to yield.
I’ve been up since dawn, with the rooster’s crow,
Plowin’ these rows, watchin’ my hard work grow.
(Chorus)
Oh, the corn’s a-swayin’ in the gentle breeze,
And the beans are climbin’ up the old oak trees.
With every drop of sweat, I’m buildin’ my dreams,
Out here on this farm, life’s sweeter than it seems.
(Verse 2)
Got a little shack with a rusty tin roof,
Where I sit and sip my coffee, it’s my favorite truth.
The tractor’s hummin’ like a song in the air,
And I’m singin’ along with the love that we share.
(Chorus)
Oh, the corn’s a-swayin’ in the gentle breeze,
And the beans are climbin’ up the old oak trees.
With every drop of sweat, I’m buildin’ my dreams,
Out here on this farm, life’s sweeter than it seems.
(Bridge)
When the harvest comes in, it’s a sight to behold,
Golden grains and tomatoes, red and bold.
I’ll gather my family, we’ll share what we’ve made,
In this life on the farm, love never fades.
(Chorus)
Oh, the corn’s a-swayin’ in the gentle breeze,
And the beans are climbin’ up the old oak trees.
With every drop of sweat, I’m buildin’ my dreams,
Out here on this farm, life’s sweeter than it seems.
(Outro)
So here’s to the land, and the work that we do,
With the stars overhead, and the skies so blue.
I’ll keep on plowin’, with my heart in this place,
In the fields of my farm, I’ve found my grace.