I am here and here I will stay
Find me and keep me if I chance to run astray
Tender hands, lead me to cool waters
Wash the sweat and dirt away
Sitting in tall grass, the wind stirs it rhythmically
Whispering her secrets to curling brown blades
Strong backs till the soil, lines in the field
Calloused hands, tossing stones aside, endlessly
Hands rubbed raw, spilling seed down rows
Old eyes watch clouds rush by, denying their heavy burden
Promising themselves it will be just another day
Where do we go from here, the question resonates
I've asked myself for many years, no answer yet
Another road to walk down, winding its way out of sight
Nothing to do but walk