| My father said some things you learn
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| By only doing when it comes your turn
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| Everything comes around so be ready if you can
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| Prepare your heart like the farmer turns the land
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| And you plant your fields when the spring is tender
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| When the summer beats down you pray for rain
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| You hope for the harvest the long cold winter
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| And then you plant your fields again
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| He spoke right to my restless soul
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| Still wild and hungry and beyond control
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| For all that you dream there’s a time and a place
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| But you won’t know it till it comes your way
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| And you plant your fields when the spring is tender…
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| When the spring is tender
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| When the summer beats down you pray for rain
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| You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter
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| And then you plant your fields again
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| (You plant your fields) your fields again
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| (You plant your fields) your fields again
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| (You plant your fields) your fields again
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| (You plant your fields) your fields again |