When he was a boy, sitting in school
Staring out the windows at the fields he knew
All that he wanted was to be there too
Driving his tractor through the morning dew
Dust from the sun, mud from the rain
Felt like an honour to him all the same
It's the simplest thing, he's a self taught man
He loves his work because he loves the land
He can change the hills, plant the trees
Dig the wells, spread the seeds
Mow the fields, plough the streets
In his home town
When the seasons roll by, year into year
He's worked all his life and he's worked right here
The winter's go slow if the snows don't come
But it's soon to be summer when the tractors hum
He can change the hills, plant the trees
Dig the wells, spread the seeds
Mow the fields, plough the streets
In his home town
I've seen him do things I just can't believe
Makes gentle giants of those big machines
He moves a boulder like a paper bag
He moves a tree like it was all he had
He can change the hills
And blessed is the soul who has truly found
Something to rest on while the world turns 'round
I think he'd say, this is how he feels
When the dark earth is turning underneath his wheels
He can change the hills, plant the trees
Dig the wells, spread the seeds
Mow the fields, plough the streets
In his home town
In his home town