Heart of the First Year

Verse 1 Load the truck, the wheat’s all tied, Heading to town with a farmer’s pride. The market’s alive with the autumn cheer, Time to trade the crop from my first year. Chorus Sell it high, make it count, Turn the work into a good amount. From field to town, the circle’s complete, This is the life—it’s bittersweet. Verse 2 Back at home, the fire’s aglow, Neighbors gather, and the stories flow. Raise a glass to the year we’ve seen, To golden fields and the land so green. Chorus Celebrate, let the good times roll, Every grain feeds a farmer’s soul. Through sweat and toil, we’ve made it clear, This is the heart of our first year. Bridge The fields are quiet, the tools at rest, But tomorrow comes with a brand-new quest. What to plant, and where to grow? The work begins again, as seasons flow. Added Verse 3 The planner’s out, and the seed charts too, Deciding the crops, what’s old and new. The future’s bright, but it starts today, Preparing the land in the farmer’s way. Chorus (Extended) Celebrate, let the good times roll, Every grain feeds a farmer’s soul. Through sweat and toil, we’ve made it clear, This is the heart of our first year. Sell it high, make it count, Turn the work into a good amount. From field to town, the circle’s complete, This is the life—it’s bittersweet. Outro With the wheat all sold and the night grown still, Dreams take root on this little hill. Plans unfold for the year ahead, The farm’s alive, and the future’s spread.