Love the farm,
Where I lived - until, twenty-one..
We milked them old cows,
Filled haymows,
Job's never done..
I still get a chill
Hearin' whipporwills
Make their mornin' sound..
All the hay out there, I stacked her,
Drove tractor, and plowed that old ground..

In the summertime, sweet lilacs
Left a fragrance dancin' in the sun
We'd send Buster out,
To bring in the cattle,
off, he would run
Came warm April raindrops,
Splatterin'..the furrows on the mound..
We had sixty acres, black dirt..
Drove tractor, and plowed that old ground

Harvest in the fall..
The ripe golden grains, in shocks, we'd toss
Then, in hayracks that were still horse-drawn,
We would haul 'em in for threshin', fields across

In the winter, snow piled high,
Till the hills were white for miles around..
Each spring, a brand new chapter,
Drove tractor, and plowed that old ground..

Harvest in the fall.
The ripe golden grains, in shocks, we'd toss
Then, in hayracks that were still horse-drawn,
We would haul 'em in for threshin', fields across

In the winter, snow piled high
All the hills were white for miles around
Came spring, again, new chapter,
Drove tractor, and plowed that old ground..

Came spring, again, new chapter,
Drove tractor, and plowed that old ground..