Morning Ride to the Farm
(ooh-ooh) We often wake up on the morning day
Out on the new farm,
three days away
Twenty-five sunrise, the air feels sweet
Grass is shining underneath our feet
We wake up in a brand new day
On the twenty-five line,
we find our way
Get the boots laced up,
the coffee black
Get the canvas ready
for the pack
Whoa-oh, we are heading to the farm today
Down the gravel lane all the way We head
to the goat today
She's waiting by the cedar gate Down at the new
farm and we do a pack (yes,
see!)
Sun climbing high on the barn roof tin
Bales stacked up where the shadows end
Feed buckets clinking as we walk right in
Twenty-five steps and we start again
Pack it tight,
strap the canvas down
Far away
from the noise in town
Morning light
stretching far and wide
With the good old goat right by our side
Whoa-oh, we are heading to the farm today
Down the gravel lane all the way We head
to the goat today
She's waiting by the cedar gate Down at the new farm and
we do a pack (yes,
see!)
Heading down, heading down
Down to the new farm
Pack is done (yes,
see)