Kathy Mattea You Plant Your Fields
(Wendy Waldman/Donny Lowery) My father said some thing you learn Only by doing when it comes your turn Everything comes around so be ready if you can Prepare your heart like the farmer turns the land You plant your fields When the spring is tender When the summer beats down You pray for rain You hope for the harvest And the long cold winter And then you plant your fields again He spoke right to my restless soul Still wild and hungry and beyond control For all that you dream there's a time and a place But you won't know it till it comes your turn You plant your fields When the spring is tender When the summer beats down You pray for rain You hope for the harvest And the long cold winter And then you plant your fields again
