[male
vocals] (
Gentle,
atmospheric
local
flute
melody
fades
in) (
Deep,
rhythmic
bass
enters
with
a
slow
reggae
pulse) (
Saxophone
wails
softly
in
the
distance)
Yeah.
This
one
is
for
the
ones
who
wake
before
the
sun.
The
ones
who
never
get
the
glory,
but
build
the
nation.
Listen.
Early
morning
dew
upon
the
rugged
plains
He
ties
his
sandals
tight
to
face
the
seasonal
rains
No
gold
watch
on
his
wrist,
just
sweat
upon
his
brow
He
speaks
a
silent
language
to
the
earth
behind
the
plow
They
don't
see
the
struggle,
they
don't
see
the
cost
How
many
days
of
hunger,
how
many
seasons
lost
Yet
he
stands
tall
like
the
iroko,
roots
deep
in
the
clay
Building
up
the
future
in
a
slow
and
steady
way
He
is
the
pulse
of
the
country,
the
strength
of
the
land
Life
is
flowing
freely
through
the
fingers
of
his
hand
Working
with
dedication,
focused
and
so
refined
Leaving
all
the
doubt
and
the
shadows
far
behind.
Oh,
the
heroes
of
the
field,
working
under
golden
light
Turning
over
soil
from
the
morning
to
the
night
With
a
spirit
like
the
river,
flowing
steady,
flowing
free
You’
re
the
backbone
of
the
nation,
yeah,
you’
re
our
legacy
Oh,
we
sing
for
the
farmer,
we
sing
for
the
seed
Planting
every
harvest,
fulfilling
every
need
Through
the
storm
and
the
sun,
you
keep
on
standing
tall
Rising
like
the
morning,
you’
re
the
greatest
of
us
all.
Look
at
the
fields
where
the
green
turns
to
gold
Stories
of
the
harvest
that
have
never
yet
been
told
Violin
strings
weeping
for
the
labor
that
you
give
Teaching
us
the
lessons
on
how
we
ought
to
live
It’
s
not
just
a
trade,
it’
s
a
craft,
it’
s
a
mission
Driven
by
the
heart
with
a
clearer,
brighter
vision
Keyboard
chords
floating
like
the
wind
across
the
grain
Healing
all
the
sorrow
and
washing
out
the
pain
You
don't
ask
for
much,
just
a
chance
to
see
it
grow
Moving
with
a
rhythm
that
the
city
will
never
know
Diligent
and
humble,
you’
re
the
pride
of
the
earth
Giving
every
family
their
second
chance
at
birth.
Oh,
the
heroes
of
the
field,
working
under
golden
light
Turning
over
soil
from
the
morning
to
the
night
With
a
spirit
like
the
river,
flowing
steady,
flowing
free
You’
re
the
backbone
of
the
nation,
yeah,
you’
re
our
legacy
Oh,
we
sing
for
the
farmer,
we
sing
for
the
seed
Planting
every
harvest,
fulfilling
every
need
Through
the
storm
and
the
sun,
you
keep
on
standing
tall
Rising
like
the
morning,
you’
re
the
greatest
of
us
all.
Can
you
hear
the
flute
playing
for
the
ones
who
sow?
Can
you
feel
the
love
in
the
seeds
that
they
throw?
We
rise
with
you,
we
thrive
with
you
The
strength
in
your
labor
is
the
light
we
pursue
Don't
let
your
head
hang
low,
you
are
the
king
of
the
field
Watching
as
the
earth
gives
a
beautiful
yield.
Oh,
the
heroes
of
the
field,
working
under
golden
light
Turning
over
soil
from
the
morning
to
the
night
With
a
spirit
like
the
river,
flowing
steady,
flowing
free
You’
re
the
backbone
of
the
nation,
yeah,
you’
re
our
legacy
Oh,
we
sing
for
the
farmer,
we
sing
for
the
seed
Planting
every
harvest,
fulfilling
every
need
Through
the
storm
and
the
sun,
you
keep
on
standing
tall
Rising
like
the
morning,
you’
re
the
greatest
of
us
all.
Yeah,
for
the
ones
who
feed
the
nation.
For
the
heroes
in
the
rural
silence.
We
see
you.
We
appreciate
you.
Keep
planting.
Keep
rising. (
Saxophone
solo
fades
out
slowly
with
flute
echoes) (
Steady
bass
beat
continues
then
fades
to
silence)