In the fields

Intro (Strophe 1) In dawn's embrace, they take their stand, With calloused hands and hearts so true, Against the tide, against the sand, Their sweat and tears, the ocean's due. (Strophe 2) With plows in hand, they carve the earth, Defiant souls against the roar, Each furrowed line, a tale of worth, Their courage echoes evermore. (Refrain) In the fields where waves doth clash, Farmers toil with rugged might, Battling oceans, storms so brash, For fertile soil, they fight the fight. (Strophe 3) They plant their hopes in salty ground, Where salt and spray would dare defy, Yet seeds of resilience are found, Amidst the storms that pierce the sky. (Strophe 4) Through tempests fierce, they hold their ground, Their spirits anchored to the land, Though winds may howl, and waves may pound, They'll rise again, a steadfast band. (Strophe 4) Through tempests fierce, they hold their ground, Their spirits anchored to the land, Though winds may howl, and waves may pound, They'll rise again, a steadfast band. (Strophe 5) With every harvest, victory's song, A testament to their resolve, For though the struggle may be long, Their dreams and labors shall evolve. (Strophe 6) So here's to those who till the sea, Whose bravery knows no retreat, In nature's clash, they'll ever be, Guardians of this land so sweet. (Refrain) In the fields where waves doth clash, Farmers toil with rugged might, Battling oceans, storms so brash, For fertile soil, they fight the fight. (Outro)