He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land The farmer, the farmer With a hoe a shovel and a turnin' plow makin' his livin' by the sweat of the brow The farmer, the farmer When the sun gets hot the fields are dry and like a brain the seeds then die The farmer, the farmer Then he bends his back to plant new grain then his farm is blessed with rain The farmer, God bless the farmer Then on his knees gives thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod The farmer, God bless the farmer Raising his two calloused hands thanking God for letting him Use his land to be a farmer When the wind blows cold the ground is froze Who feeds the hungry birds in the snow The farmer, the farmer No wonder he's the first in spring To hear the lovely robins sing The farmer, the farmer His woman loves and understands She works by his side in the fields like a man The farmers, the farmers Then on their knees give thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod The farmers, God bless the farmers Raising up their calloused hands thanking God for letting them Be farmers just plain farmers God bless the farmers, the farmers God bless the farmers, the farmers