For the love of the land
He tills from sunrise to dawn
Tired with blisters on hands
With tractor he keeps plowing on
Clothing soaked with dirt and sweat
Loves what he does there’s no regrets
Food for the many with his wheat and crops
Always has plenty the work never stops
So when you see the farmer
At work in the fields of grain
For the love of the land
That’s why he remains
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