In the heart of the golden field, Under the sun's warm glow,
The corn farmer tolls, With a steady hand and slow,
With a heart full of hope, And a mind full of dreams,
He plants each seed, In the rich earth it seeds,
The corn grows tall, Under the watchful farmer's care,
Each stalk attests a month, To the love and labor there,
The sun shines down, The rain gently falls,
The corn grows strong, Within the field's protective walls,
Harvest time comes, The farmer's joy is pure,
For the golden corn, Is his life's assurance sure,
He gathers each year, With a grateful heart,
For the corn farmer knows, He's played his part,
In the heart of the golden field, Under the moon's soft light,
The corn farmer rests, After the long day's fight,
With a heart full of peace, And a mind full of dreams,
He sleeps soundly, While the starlight gleams,
In the heart of the golden field, Under the sun's warm glow,
The corn farmer tolls, With a steady hand and slow,
With a heart full of hope, And a mind full of dreams,
He plants each seed, In the rich earth it seems,
The corn grows tall, Under the watchful farmer's care,
Each stalk attests a month, To the love and labor there,
The sun shines down, The rain gently falls,
The corn grows strong, Within the field's protective walls,
Harvest time comes, The farmer's joy is pure,
For the golden corn, Is his life's assurance sure,
He gathers each year, With a grateful heart,
For the corn farmer knows, He's played his part,