Watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight dark rows
Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dusk cake from your nose
Hear the tractors’ steady roar, ah you can't stop now
There's a quarter section more or less to go

And you figure that the rain takes it's own sweet time
You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while
Ease the throttle out the air, every rod’s a gain
There's victory in every quarter mile

For Old Cozy down the road, the heartache, hail and hoppers got him down
He gave it up and moved to town
And Emmet Pierce, the other day, took a heart attack and died at 42
You could see it coming on, 'cos he's worked as hard as you

Well, in an hour or maybe more, you'll be wet clean through
The air is cooler now, pull your hat brim further down
And watch the field behind the plough turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground

And if the harvest's any good, the money just might cover all the loans
You've mortgaged all you own
Buy the kids a winter coat, take the wife back east for Christmas if you can
All summer she's held on, 'cos you're so tied to the land

Well, the good times come and go, but at least there's rain
This won't be barren ground when September comes around
And watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground

And watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground