Men of The Fields - Buffy Sainte-Marie

Men of the fields, men of the fields

Men of the seasons and the soul

Strong hearts and hands molding the lands

All over earth they toil

Down in the fields, nine in the morning

Three hours work already done

Care for the corn, care for the cows

Care for the land we need

God moves the sun, noon brings the weary man

Home to his table and his grace

Bow on out knees, thankful that these

Days are our very own

Life means our work.

Home means our children

Love means each other every day

Strong hearts and hands molding the lands

Over the earth they toil