In the land of peas where the green hills run, Under moving clouds and a shifting sun, There’s a strength below that the roots all keep, Rolling through the fields that never sleep… The Pea Prince stands at the valley line, Where the wild winds turn through leaf and vine, He holds his ground, he does not break, He waits for strength the world will make… From here to there, where it is meant, The strength is given, the power sent— What is taken returns again, To the fields, the guard, the land… The Pea Prince waits. Through the rows where the green runs fast, There’s a rising force that’s built to last, It moves in time, it finds its way, Growing stronger with every day… From here to there, where it is meant, The strength is given, the power sent— What is taken returns again, To the fields, the guard, the land… The Pea Prince waits.
