[Verse 1] Buried deep in Andean stone Heart of earth A mountain throne From the heights where the condors cry To fields that catch the painted sky [Chorus] Oh potato! Root so true Wild and wise, your genes run through Peruvian mountains, cradle strong I sing for you, this ancient song (...(...)(🥔)) [Verse 2] Golden or purple Russet or red Buttered and roasted You are life You are bread A thousand kinds of shapes so wild and free Whispering tales of ancestry [Bridge] Who first placed you in the ground? Turned the soil where life was found A timeless hand A guiding mark A way to love, from fields to fork (🥔,(...)()) [Verse 3] In humble hands The feast begins... A gift of dirt, from noble skins From ancient fields, to every shore... Your rooted pleasure, I adore [Chorus] Oh potato! Root so true Wild and wise, your genes run through Peruvian mountains, cradle strong I sing for you, this ancient song (🥔, 🥔 (🥔))
