Welcome to the City of Wind Welcome to the Sea of Grass Welcome to the Fields of Wheat Welcome to the heart of our own
A new generation from an older set in stone We grind our wheat We burn the chaff We bake our bread We set our clocks for the next season
It would be a lie if I told you it was easy But here we are and here we'll stay Day after day Hour by hour The paths we tread mark your road
It's bliss the way we run Forthright and true as the birds of the air We beasts of the earth Not for burden but abundance Freedom found in the rows we sow
So welcome now to the town we love To the roads we know To hearth of our home Your welcome to a seat at out table To the bread that we break