In the heart of the valley where the river was slow
Beneath the old oak where the wildflowers grow
The soil's dark and rich, so fertile and deep
A promise of harvest where hope went to sleep
With compost and bone meal we work through the night
Under the moon's glow till the morning's first light
There's blood, meal, and fish, a loss of magic so grand
Feeding the earth, shaping the land
There's a road, here's a crow's tail
A fertile ground, and how it prevails
From the pines of dust, sweat, and soil
Life springs anew from the fertile sand
Manure from the stables mixed in the hay
Clay and the sand all laid down that day
Mulch from the forest, leaves brown and old
Turning the fields into sunshine and gold
With some rock dust, how fine is the mist?
Minerals and treasures, none can resist
A pothole from caves and the sea we've so green
Life springs anew from the fertile sand
Mother Earth wears a flint-touch
Go the road, hear the crow's tail
A fertile ground, and how it prevails
From the pines of dust, sweat, and soil
Life springs anew from the fertile sand
Mother Earth wears a flint-touch

Gather round, here's a crow's tail
A fertile ground, and how it prevails
From the pines of dust, sweat, and soil
Life springs anew from the fertile sand
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