Karaoké The Farmer Robert Mizzell

I can hear the hummin' still of the old Pierce reaping mill

I see my father tyin' sheaves of corn

In september in the garden field they kept me home from school

They needed me to work down on the farm

And my mother she would bake apple pie and current cake

And lovely home made bread from wheat and milk

And nothing tasted better than the twelve of us together

Drinking tea out of a bottle in the field

I was a young men when

I sowed the fields of barley

With the Clydesdales when

I sprayed the bugs in may

And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die

And I wouldn't have it any other way

One by one we all left home making new lives on our own

In Australia, England and America

And my father shed a tear with every passing year

Momma prayed that we'de all come home some day

Settled down to married life with my children and my wife

And farming ways were changing rapidly

Now there's silage in the pit and machines that milk the cows

And a John Deere where the Clydesdales used to be

I was a young men when

I sowed the fields of barley

With the Clydesdales when

I sprayed the bugs in may

And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die

And I wouldn't have it any other way

And now my pride and joy are my sons and their wee boys

Calving cows and lambing sheep as day is dawnin'

Somethings change yet stay the same

And they'll carry on the name

And the big old wheel of life just keeps on turnin'

I was a young men when

I sowed the fields of barley

With the Clydesdales when

I sprayed the bugs in may

And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die

And I wouldn't have it any other way

I was a young men when

I sowed the fields of barley

With the Clydesdales when

I sprayed the bugs in may

And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die

And I wouldn't have it any other way

No I wouldn't have it any other way