歌词
(Intro)
Beneath the endless sky so blue,
Where gentle winds whisper through,
Amidst the rustle of the corn,
A story of the land is born.
(Verse 1)
In fields of gold, where sun meets earth,
Stands a crop of humble birth,
With leaves of green and tassels tall,
Corn stands proud, above them all.
(Chorus)
Oh, corn, you're the pride of the land,
Growing strong with nature's hand,
From seed to stalk, you rise with might,
A symbol of abundance, day and night.
(Verse 2)
In summer's heat and autumn's glow,
Your kernels ripen row by row,
A gift from soil, a gift from rain,
Sustaining life, a golden grain.
(Chorus)
Oh, corn, you're the pride of the land,
Growing strong with nature's hand,
From seed to stalk, you rise with might,
A symbol of abundance, day and night.
(Bridge)
From fields to tables, you make your way,
In meals and feasts, you hold sway,
A staple crop, so versatile,
Corn, you bring us endless smiles.
(Verse 3)
In popcorn bowls and tortilla wraps,
In cornbread loaves and cornflake snaps,
Your presence known in every dish,
A taste of comfort, a savory wish.
(Chorus)
Oh, corn, you're the pride of the land,
Growing strong with nature's hand,
From seed to stalk, you rise with might,
A symbol of abundance, day and night.
(Bridge)
From fields to tables, you make your way,
In meals and feasts, you hold sway,
A staple crop, so versatile,
Corn, you bring us endless smiles.
(Verse 3)
In popcorn bowls and tortilla wraps,
In cornbread loaves and cornflake snaps,
Your presence known in every dish,
A taste of comfort, a savory wish.
(Chorus)
Oh, corn, you're the pride of the land,
Growing strong with nature's hand,
From seed to stalk, you rise with might,
A symbol of abundance, day and night.
(Outro)
So here's to corn, our steadfast friend,
On whom we can always depend,
In fields of gold, you'll forever stand,
Corn, the heartbeat of the land.
(Chorus)
Oh, corn, you're the pride of the land,
Growing strong with nature's hand,
From seed to stalk, you rise with might,
A symbol of abundance, day and night.
(Outro)
So here's to corn, our steadfast friend,
On whom we can always depend,
In fields of gold, you'll forever stand,
Corn, the heartbeat of the land.
