Last Light Harvest

The fog is hanging heavy on the sunrise fields

My hands are stiff and weathered on the tractor's wheel

Fifty years of dust has settled in my clay-caked boots

Wondering who will tend to these deep-planted roots

Then a car door slammed,

I saw his heavy winter coat

My grandson standing there,

a lump rose in my throat

He said, 'Grandpa, don't you sell it,

let me learn the trade'

Teach me how to hold the ground that you and grandma made

Give me one more harvest to show you how it's done (ohhh)

Turn the dark soil over

underneath the autumn sun

From the creaking old tractor to the seed in the clay

We will bring the golden grain

in together today

We greased the old gears,

we let the engine roar

He took the steering wheel,

his hands steady and sure

I told him when to turn,

how to watch the morning sky

Watching fifty years of memories

passing on by

Give me one more harvest to show you how it's done (yeah)

Turn the dark soil over

underneath the autumn sun

From the creaking old tractor to the seed in the clay

We will bring the golden grain

in together today

Now the sun is sinking low,

the granary is full

My boots are caked in mud,

but I feel the gentle pull

Of a legacy that's safe,

of a boy who knows the way (mmmmm)