Farm Life from the new album "North Wind"- Available Now
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Lyrics:
When the good morn breaks on the acre
With it comes a light the likes I’ve never known
And the wind bends leaves like people seeking answers
And the clouds roll like whispers off the tongue
There’s a kettle on the stove singing praises
And the smell reminds of campfires of old
There’s an old clock ticking to its own time
Sending tell of how fast that time don’t go
I miss the farm life
I miss my home
I miss the sunshine
That fades when I roam
I miss the crow call
That old waking tone
I miss the farm life
I miss my home
Oh the soft touch of your hold in the evening
Brings a warmth inside the home that breaks the cold
And the patter of footsteps on the hardwood
Brings elation that’s not different from finding gold
I miss the farm life
I miss my home
I miss the sunshine
That fades when I roam
I miss the crow call
That old waking tone
I miss the farm life
I miss my home
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