The Farmer

The farmer tills the soil
Plants the crops that feeds this land
He toils day and night for his family
He can't afford a hired hand

Through it all he manages to keep his head held high
Though sometimes he barely makes enough to survive

Winter snow and the summer drought
May keep the tractors in the barn
But he finds the strength to plant the wheat
As nothing is ever wrong

His hands are calloused and his face is chapped
But he still hauls the hay
The cattle need feed at the end of the yard
It's just another day

And through it all he finds the strength
Somehow to carry on
He's the greatest hero of our time
But we never know his name

Though we never know his name.

Through it all he manages to keep his head held high
And we never know his name...

And we never know his name
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