Well it's a cold, cold shallow lake
It rests lower and lower and lower each year
The only water that's reached down to kiss the earth
Comes down hard in the form of salt filled tears
For the farmer and his children
as they ready for the fall
But doesn't anybody here remember
It's the farmer feeds us all
It's a long walk home through empty fields
The wind carries the fruitless seed for miles on it's way
Not since the dustbowl have we felt this forsaken
In the land of plenty when so little comes down this way
For the farmer and his children
as they ready for the fall
But doesn't anybody here remember
It's the farmer feeds us all
It rests lower and lower and lower each year
The only water that's reached down to kiss the earth
Comes down hard in the form of salt filled tears
For the farmer and his children
as they ready for the fall
But doesn't anybody here remember
It's the farmer feeds us all
It's a long walk home through empty fields
The wind carries the fruitless seed for miles on it's way
Not since the dustbowl have we felt this forsaken
In the land of plenty when so little comes down this way
For the farmer and his children
as they ready for the fall
But doesn't anybody here remember
It's the farmer feeds us all