It's Chris Dorman with Family Farm.

I am, I am Philtera.

I was born a farmer's son.

My father, he taught me how to sow.

Told me that the land could teach me how to grow. If I could keep open my heart, never be apart from the ebbin' flow of life.

And I still hear the words of the one and only verse he sang before he died

well the land in which we stand is the only thing we have that can withstand the weight of our lives.

So learn to treat the land

like a treat you on two hands on a wrist

strength, cherish the gifts you

but I never needed his strength more

When they knocked upon my door

Said it's time to go

Those words struck deep in my heart

To lose a family farm

It's to lose all I know

My father's fade in his mother's before

It's what I'd wished for my son

Who am I still yet unborn

And all he could say, all he could say is I'm sorry

Leave no all you can, you have been warned

But the land

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