Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pastures Of Plenty, artist - The Kingston Trio.
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Song language: English
Pastures Of Plenty |
It’s a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed |
My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road |
Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode |
Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold |
I’ve wandered all over this green growing land |
Wherever your crops were, I’ve lent you my hands |
On the edge of your city you’ll see me and then, I come with the dust and I go |
with the wind |
California, Arizona, I’ve worked all your crops |
Then it’s North up to Oregon to gather your hops |
Dig the beets from your ground. |
Cut the grapes from your vines |
To set on your table that light sparkling wine |
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground from the Grand Coulee dam where |
the waters run down |
Every state in the Union this migrant has been. |
I come with the dust and I go |
with the wind |
It’s always we ramble that river and I all along your green valley, |
I’ll work 'til I die |
And I’ll travel this road until death sets me free for my pastures of plenty |
must always be green |
I come with the dust and I go with the wind |