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
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
The buckets swung with harvest bright
The sunset painted golden light
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
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
The buckets swung with harvest bright
The sunset painted golden light
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