Daddy’s Farm

At a white cross in our meadow
He recited some old poem
About a lost and lonely traveler
Who finally made it home
As I stood there in his shadow
Leaning on my fathers arm
He said son have I ever told you
That this was my daddy’s farm

Chorus:
On daddy’s farm
We walked together
In the fields
Behind the plow
We are the seeds
That he once planted
With gentle hands
In fertile ground

Summer mornings in the heartland
Misty fields in the dawn
Mama’s laughter in the kitchen
When the moon is barely gone
We did our chores and said our blessings
Country life sure has its charm
We always had more than we needed
In the fields of daddy’s farm

Chorus

His back was strong
And his hands were callused
From all the years he worked the land
But daddy said that strength was measured
In the heart and not the hand
Just like nature knows the seasons
There are seasons of the heart
We return from where we started
In the fields of daddy’s farm

Chorus

Now here I stand at two white crosses
With my own son on my arm
I guess life has come full circle
In the fields of daddy’s farm

Chorus

On daddy’s farm we walked together
In the fields behind the plow
His work is done but not forgotten
Well I guess it’s our turn now
Well I guess it’s our turn now

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