[Verse 1] The tractor coughs awake before the sun Red dust climbs the fence where the wire comes undone Mama pins her scarf beside the kitchen door Daddy counts the rain he’s been waiting for Nella notte gelida vola su nel blu La scopa infuocata disegna ombre giù Grandi scie nere come un segno crudo [Chorus] We work this ground till the daylight’s gone Hands in the dirt, hearts carrying on When the supper bell rings, we come rolling home Across those fields, we’re never alone [Verse 2] Nella notte gelida vola su nel blu La scopa infuocata disegna ombre giù Grandi scie nere come un segno crudo A radio hums from the shed by the lane Old blues in the cab, then the weather again My brother turns the hay, I mend a torn sleeve We laugh at the clouds like they owe us a thing [Chorus] We work this ground till the daylight’s gone Hands in the dirt, hearts carrying on When the supper bell rings, we come rolling home Across those fields, we’re never alone [Verse 3] The creek runs low past the sycamore stand Grandma tells stories with flour on her hands At the county dance, the floorboards shake We spend what we’ve earned and the rest we can make [Chorus] We work this ground till the daylight’s gone Hands in the dirt, hearts carrying on When the supper bell rings, we come rolling home Across those fields, we’re never alone [Instrumental Break: flute lead, fiddle and guitar fills] [Bridge] Some years bring plenty, some years bring lean Still we plant the rows in the springtime green The land keeps its measure, the seasons roll through And every harvest brings me back to you [Final Chorus] We work this ground till the daylight’s gone Hands in the dirt, hearts carrying on When the supper bell rings, we come rolling home Across those fields, we’re never alone Across those fields, we’re never alone [Outro] The porch light’s on, the evening’s still We’ll meet the morning on the hill
