The Ballad of Harv

[Verse] In a worn-out field, down a dusty lane, Lives an old man Harv, just a simple name. With his calloused hands and a faithful plow, He makes his living the way he knows how. [Verse 2] At the crack of dawn, he’s up with the sun, Bowing his head when the workday’s done. He hunts in the woods with his trusty hound, Where peace and quiet are the only sound. [Chorus] Harv loves the land, he loves the Lord, His family’s his treasure, his old Ford. He prays every night by candlelight, Thankful for the day and the stars so bright. [Verse 3] Every Sunday morn, in his Sunday best, He walks to the church, lays his week to rest. With a voice so deep, he sings those hymns, Guided by faith, he repents his sins. [Verse 4] In the farmhouse kitchen, the family gathers 'round, Laughing and loving, their roots deep in the ground. They share their stories, of joy and pain, Under the roof that keeps out the rain. [Chorus] Harv loves the land, he loves the Lord, His family’s his treasure, his old Ford. He prays every night by candlelight, Thankful for the day and the stars so bright.