Home In The Heartlands
When the wheat fields have been gleaned
And the harvest set aside
It is time to thank the father
For the bounty he provides
When we set our family table
We will lay one missing plate
For him, the weary traveller
Should he wander through our gate
We will celebrate the harvest
All the work that has been done
Honest toil, mind numbing labor
Underneath the broiling sun
In the heartlands of America
Where life is sweet and free
Where we worship God on Sunday
With our children round our knees
Ahh, the farmlands of America
It's what makes our country great
When that golden wheat is waving
Where storms can decide our fate
Where corn tassels just keep dancing
With every tiny evening breeze
And the beauty of a sunset
Can bring you to your knees
Where the blacktop calls you forward
But the dirt road pulls you back
Where every home's a castle
Be it mansion be it shack
Where the river's right for fishing
Small kids still play in the sun
Where I watch from a porch swing
When each golden evening comes
Breathing in the smell of lilacs
Tall snapdragons and the rose
I wish I'd spent my life there
Where man's happiness, it shows
So when God calls me homeward
Cause that supper time has come
I hope heaven's like the heartlands
So I'll know that I've come back home
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
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