[intro]
[verse]
When I was young the fields called every day
At dusk they’d come back home to stay
I longed to see but had to wait
For fruits and veggies on their plate
[verse]
My sister followed kids one Sunday noon
Through hills I walked but not as soon
We came back when the sky turned black
Afraid that mom would shout at that
[pre-chorus]
The buckets swung with harvest bright
The sunset painted golden light
[chorus]
Oh childhood days of sun and soil
Of secret trips and farming toil
The evening breeze the stars above
These memories shine with lasting love
[verse]
The church bells rang the kids would run
To hidden paths and morning sun
My little legs could barely climb
Those sloping hills in harvest time
[pre-chorus]
The buckets swung with harvest bright
The sunset painted golden light
[chorus]
Oh childhood days of sun and soil
Of secret trips and farming toil
The evening breeze the stars above
These memories shine with lasting love
[outro]