Sound-O-Machine - Khampeng's Minden Hill Lyrics

From Laos's warm embrace to Minden's cool retreat
Khampeng walks the fields, his dreams beneath his feet
Each furrow turned, a story of the past
A life of labor, hopes to hold fast

Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold
Time is slipping by, as your story's told
With hands in soil, under fading suns
A race with time, that's never truly won

He watches seasons change, from lush to bare
In Minden's hill, he finds his solace there
Riches not in coins, but in the land he tills
A legacy of love between the hills

Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold
Time is slipping by, as your story's told
With hands in soil, under fading suns
A race with time, that's never truly won

Once a young man's dream, now an old man's pride
Khampeng's journey spans the tides
From Mekong's flow to these northern fields
He seeks the wealth that the earth can yield

Now twilight comes, and shadows grow long
His heart still beats to an immigrant's song
Under Minden's sky, his thoughts drift far
A life's work gleaming like a distant star

Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold
Time is slipping by, as your story's told
With hands in soil, under fading suns
A race with time, that's never truly won

So let the sunset blaze, over Minden's crest
Khampeng rests, his dreams at rest
In fields of green and gold, his spirit stays
A tale of toil through his final days