Of Hearth & Moss - Simple Life

Sun comes up on an honest day, Boots hit dirt, ain’t no other way. Sweat on my brow, shovel in my hand, Livin’ off the mercy of this piece of land. Ain’t got gold, ain’t got fame, But I got peace when I hear my name. The wind still knows where I belong, And the creek hums low its working song. It’s a simple life, the kind that saves your soul, Where the plow runs true and the fire stays whole. No one to answer, no clock to fight, Just the stars and the sound of the fields at night. Hands get rough, but the heart stays clean, There’s grace in the quiet, in the in-between. Fence needs mending, the wood stove hums, Ain’t much to say when the evening comes. Ain’t got shine, ain’t got show, But I got time to let things grow. The hard road’s the one I choose, ‘Cause freedom’s a calloused hand and muddy shoes. It’s a simple life, the kind that saves your soul, Where the plow runs true and the fire stays whole. No one to answer, no clock to fight, Just the stars and the sound of the fields at night. Let the world keep spinnin’ fast, I’ll take slow days that last. There’s peace in the ache, pride in the pain, Joy in the sun and the smell of rain. It’s a simple life, but it’s mine to keep, Built on sweat and a night of sleep. No gold to chase, no stage, no lights, Just the song of the soil and the soft, still nights.