A Farmer's Trust

A Farmer's Trust
Music: Pat Metheny
Lyrics: Randy Phillips

Twilight arrives with a sliver of moonlight
Golden sun rests low on the fields
And the wind through the grain
Slowly ripples like water and falls
As quiet as we both feel
We’ve trusted our life
And we’ve trusted this land,
The family we’ve made

I surrender the days as I sit by my window
How I’d run the soil through my hands
Now the children are grown
And our bones have grown older
And we’ve become a part of this land
The wheat and these fields have a voice of their own
They call, they call us home.

Now the twilight’s arrived and my body’s grown weary
Golden sun rests low on the fields
This flesh I’ve been given
Has nourished my spirit
As time releases us from the wheel
The earth will receive what we give when we trust
I give a farmers trust.