The Farm Is Where My Heart Is

Traffic hums outside my window pane

Siren songs cutting through the autumn rain

But I still hear the rustle of the trees

Carried on a gentle country breeze

(ahhhh) The farm is where my heart is

Underneath the open sky

Where the river meets the clover

And the morning birds fly high

Concrete canyons stand so tall and grand

But they cannot hold this weary,

wandering man

My hands still ache to touch the fertile soil

Far away from all this modern urban toil

(ohhh, take me

back)

The farm is where my heart is

Underneath the open sky

Where the river meets the clover

And the morning birds fly high

Take me back... back home...