Watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight dark rows Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dusk cake from your nose And hear the tractors’ steady roar, ah ye can't stop now There's a quarter section more or less to go And you figure that the rain takes it's own sweet time You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while Ease the throttle out a hair, every rod’s a gain There's victory in every quarter mile For auld Cozy down the road, the heartache, hail and hoppers got him down He gave it up and moved to town And Emmet Pierce, the other day, took a heart attack and died at 42 You could see it comin’ on, cos he worked as hard as you Well in an hour or maybe more, you'll be wet clean through The air is cooler now, pull your hat brim further down And watch the field behind the plough turn to straight dark rows Put another season's promise in the ground And if the harvest’s any good, the money might just cover all the loans You’ve mortgaged all you own, Buy the kids a winter coat, take the wife back east for Christmas if you can All summer she’s held on, cos you're so tied to the land Well, the good times come and go, but at least there's rain This won't be barren ground when September comes around And watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight dark rows Put another season's promise in the ground And watch the field behind the plough, turn to straight rows Put another season's promise in the ground