You Plant Your Fields

You Plant Your Fields

My father said "some things you learn
By only doing when it comes your turn"
Everything comes around so be ready if you can
Prepare your heart like the farmer turns the land"

And you plant your fields when the spring is tender
When the summer beats down you pray for rain
You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter
And then you plant your fields again

He spoke right to my restless soul
Still wild and hungry and beyond control
"For all that you dream there's a time and a place
But you won't know it till it comes your way"

And you plant your fields when the spring is tender
When the summer beats down you pray for rain
You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter
And then you plant your fields again

When the spring is tender
When the summer beats down you pray for rain
You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter
And then you plant your fields again
You plant your fields again
You plant your fields again
You plant your fields again
You plant your fields again