I am a frogman and I plow my earth
I get my pay from the earth I serve
A little corn and a glass of wine
I want no more cause this life is fine
Fly away, fly away, fly away
I watch the land and the bread work
I get my pay from the soil I serve
It's always given if I treat it right
I plow my earth and the earth will lie high
I get my pay from the earth I serve
I get my pay from the earth I serve
I am the plowman and I care for my fields
I love the search and I walk on that hill
I love the rain and the soil I tread
My field is given and my farm
My field is given and my farm
is fair
Fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away
Fly away
Fly away, fly away, fly away
