Every morning before the sun rises
The farmer gets ready to go for work
His fields are a bit far away
He has to walk a long way
There is a spring in his step
A smile on his lips
The black clods in the sky
Are ready to drip
The farmer gets ready to go for work
His fields are a bit far away
He has to walk a long way
There is a spring in his step
A smile on his lips
The black clods in the sky
Are ready to drip
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