Men of the fields, men of the fields
Men of the seasons and the soul
Strong hearts and hands molding the lands
All over earth they toil
Down in the fields, nine in the morning
Three hours work already done
Care for the corn, care for the cows
Care for the land we need

God moves the sun, noon brings the weary man
Home to his table and his grace
Bow on out knees, thankful that these
Days are our very own

Life means our work. Home means our children
Love means each other every day
Strong hearts and hands molding the lands
Over the earth they toil