The Farmer Song Lyrics

Well it's a cold, cold shallow lake
It rests lower and lower and lower each year
The only water that's reached down to kiss the earth
Comes down hard in the form of salt filled tears

For the farmer and his children
as they ready for the fall
But doesn't anybody here remember
It's the farmer feeds us all

It's a long walk home through empty fields The wind carries the fruitless seed for miles on it's way
Not since the dustbowl have we felt this forsaken
In the land of plenty when so little comes down this way

For the farmer and his children
as they ready for the fall
But doesn't anybody here remember
It's the farmer feeds us all

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