[Verse 1] You wake before the rooster calls, Boots by the kitchen door, A chipped blue mug, a weather map, And mud across the floor. The north field needs a second pass, The west fence lost a rail, You tuck the morning in your coat And step into the gale. [Chorus] This farm knows every name we give it, Every promise, every scar, From the hand-built shed to the creek-bed stones, It remembers where we are. When the harvest fills the old red barn, And the supper bell is rung, We raise our tired hands and sing For the work that made us one. [Verse 2] By noon the combine hums along, Gold rolling through the bin, A pair of swallows chase the dust, The collie circles in. You find a note inside the glovebox, Written years ago: “Leave enough for next year's rain, And let the young roots grow.” [Chorus] This farm knows every name we give it, Every promise, every scar, From the hand-built shed to the creek-bed stones, It remembers where we are. When the harvest fills the old red barn, And the supper bell is rung, We raise our tired hands and sing For the work that made us one. [Bridge] Some day these hands will trade the reins, Some younger heart will steer, But the gate will swing, the well will run, And the old songs still be here. The fields don't ask for much from us— Just patience, rain, and care; Give them back your honest days, They'll feed you through the years. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] This farm knows every name we give it, Every promise, every scar, From the hand-built shed to the creek-bed stones, It remembers where we are. When the harvest fills the old red barn, And the supper bell is rung, We raise our tired hands and sing For the work that made us one. [Outro] Boots by the kitchen door, Morning waiting on the floor.
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