Out in the fields, where the wild winds roam
The sun paints gold on the earth we call home
A gentle beast moves, steady and free
Bound to the land, as it's meant to be
Every breath, every step, part of the flow
A rhythm of time, in cycles we know
Beautiful life, sacred ground
What is given will come back around
Honor the past, the stories untold
The circle remains, more precious than gold
Rolling pastures, sky open wide
Seasons drift like the turning tide
Hands in the soil, hearts in the land
We take what we need, yet we understand
Every choice, every day, written in fate
A lesson of balance, a promise innate
Beautiful life, sacred ground
What is taken, in time is found
A gift of the earth, a bond so true
Respect for the old, and the life born anew
A whisper in the wind, a voice so deep
Not just for hunger, but memories we keep
The hands that nurture, the hands that guide
All come together in the great turning tide
Beautiful life, sacred ground
What is given will come back around
Honoring nature, honoring fate
The circle remains, it never will break
Round and round, the seasons turn
Lessons of love, we live and we learn
One world, one heart, one melody
Singing together, in harmony