[Verse] Morning dew on my boots, the earth so soft and warm, Walkin’ to the fields where I'll work until the morn. Planting pine trees in that sunshine golden glow, Life in Day, Florida, where my roots continue to grow. [Verse 2] Grandpa taught me young, how to till and plant the land, With calloused hands and hearts, in Florida’s ancient sand. Pine trees stretchin' high, they kiss the Southern sky, In Day we plant our dreams, and we watch them by and by. [Chorus] Oh, Day, Florida, where the pine trees grow, And the sugar cane’s as sweet as a lover’s whispered “hello.” We work the land with pride, by the Suwannee River’s side, Underneath the Southern stars, we find our stride. [Verse 3] Grindin' sugar cane at dawn, it’s a family affair, The scent of molasses lingers in the morning air. Sweat on my brow, but I wouldn’t trade the pain, For the harvest of our labor, sweet as summer rain. [Verse 4] Evenings by the fire, guitars and old-time tunes, Stories of our days underneath the moon. With pine trees standin' tall, guardians of the past, In Day, Florida, we’ve found a life that lasts. [Chorus] Oh, Day, Florida, where the pine trees grow, And the sugar cane’s as sweet as a lover’s whispered “hello.” We work the land with pride, by the Suwannee River’s side, Underneath the Southern stars, we find our stride.
