The Last Harvest

(hummmmm) You packed your bags for city life

You said the soil was dry and cold

But there's a promise in this black dirt

More precious than a chest of gold

So take the keys and walk the rows

Let the old roots hold you tight

This land was built on hope,

my girl

To carry you into the light

I watched you stand beside the barn

And almost leave it all behind

But grandma knew your stubborn heart

Would find the truth you came to find

So take the keys and walk the rows

Let the old roots hold you tight

This land was built on hope,

my girl

To carry you into the light (ohhh,

into the light) She left

it all for you (hummmmm)