Words & music by steven page & ed robertson

I tend the wheat field that makes your bread.
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.
Mother nature & mother earth
Are two of three women who dictate what Im worth

Chorus:
Im the farmer.
I work in the fields all day.
Don't mean to alarm her,
But I know it was meant to be this way.

You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
I put you up upon a pedestal so high
If you should waiver, if you should sway
Id catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.
You signed your picture with an o and x
I bet you don't write love each time you sign your cheques.

Chorus

All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you
I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you
You could have written back,
You could have said thank you
I guess youve got better things,
Better things to do.

You say you love me, is that the truth?
Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof.
I know your address, I ring the bell
I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells.

Im the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Never wanted to harm her
But I know it was meant to be this way.