On the rolling hills of the meadow green
where the sky meets the earth and dreams are seen.
There's a place where the cows roam free
and the rooster crows with glee.
In the golden light of the morning sun,
the mother works her days be done with a heart so pure and so kind.
She tends to her flock
with love in mind.
Oh, on the ranch
where the grass is green,
where the cows graze and the roosters preen,
with the mother's love so pure and true,
in this land of plenty dreams come true.
In the fields of green under the open sky,
the cows roam free, they never ask why.
And the rooster crows with a joyful sound
in this peaceful place where love is found.
With each passing day the ranch thrives as the mother works,
she keeps it alive with
a timeless effort.
She tends the land,
creating beauty with her loving hand.
Oh, on the ranch
where the grass is green,
where the cows graze and the roosters preen,
with the mother's love so pure and true,
in this land of plenty dreams come true.
In the quiet of the evening under the starry sky,
the ranch is peaceful as the day says goodbye.
And the mother smiles as she looks around at
the beauty she's created on this sacred ground.
Oh, on the ranch where the grass is green,
where the cows graze and the roosters preen,
with the mother's love so pure and true,
in this land of plenty dreams come true.