Men of the fields, men of the valleys
Men of the seasons and the soil
Strong hearts and hands molding the lands
All over earth, they toil
Down in the field, nine in the morning
Day's work, three hours done
Care for the corn, care for the cows
Care for the land we need

God moves the sun, noon brings the weary man
Home to his table and his grace
Bow on our knees
Thankful that these days are our very own

Life means our work, home means our children
Love means each other every day
Strong hearts and hands molding the lands
All over earth, they toil