Wayne Orr

Writer 🕹️ Poet 🕹️ Lyricist

“Fields of Plenty”


(Verse 1)
Woke up at dawn, sun’s rising high,
Boots on my feet, got the clouds in the sky.
Rolling fields of green, gotta tend to the land,
With a heart full of love, and a shovel in hand.

(Chorus)
We’re workin’ these fields, from sunrise to set,
Planting our dreams, you can bet we won’t forget.
Feeding our families, and the folks next door,
In these fields of plenty, we’re rich to the core.

(Dance Break)
(Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Turn around, feel the beat!)
(Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Join the line, feel the heat!)

(Verse 2)
Corn in the rows, and the beans start to climb,
With every seed we sow, we’re investing in time.
Neighbors come together, lend a hand in the sun,
In this farming life, we know we’re all one.

(Chorus)
We’re workin’ these fields, from sunrise to set,
Planting our dreams, you can bet we won’t forget.
Feeding our families, and the folks next door,
In these fields of plenty, we’re rich to the core.

(Bridge)
Harvest time’s coming, we’ll gather ‘round,
With laughter and stories, joy is the sound.
From our hands to the table, love is the key,
Together we thrive, it’s community.

(Chorus)
We’re workin’ these fields, from sunrise to set,
Planting our dreams, you can bet we won’t forget.
Feeding our families, and the folks next door,
In these fields of plenty, we’re rich to the core.

(Outro)
So raise up your glass, here’s to the land,
To the farmers and workers, united we stand.
In these fields of plenty, we’ll always believe,
With hard work and love, there’s nothing we can’t achieve.

(Dance it out, one last time!)
(Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Turn around, feel the beat!)
(Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Join the line, feel the heat!)