There’s a stretch of land that runs behind our farm
Down the dirt road just past the old barn
Oak trees line the road ,they’ve stood there for years
Being climbed by the young whom clapped then cheered
We would hang there till the the sun went down
Carefree like we were the only two kids in town
From the first morning light and unless it rained
These are the days that made the people we became
Yeah, life’s just a journey, like a song soft and low
Shadows now fall on the fields that we’ve sewn
We danced in the shade under those oak tree's
Away from the town so all the old folks couldn’t see
Walking down the dirt roads with old memories now
Wondering how the years could just slip away somehow
Our home a place, made of wood, stone and glass
For the folks we held dear, in the years that have past
We would hang there till the the sun went down
Carefree like we were the only two kids in town
From the first morning light and unless it rained
These are the days that made the people we became
I used to haul heavy hay bales a long time ago
My dad shook his head ‘coz I was so slow'
I remember we’d go fishing out on the boat
The sound of the water, the bobbing of the float
A thought comes to mind as I think of my Pa
The quiet advice he has given so far
With his hand on the wheel and that grin on his face
He taught me how to compete and win at life's race
He taught me to drive in that old’ rusted truck
Taught me that life would take more than just luck
He said “ Son if you work hard “ as he’s done before
“Never ignore the harvest and what it’s all for”
We would hang there till the sun went down
Carefree like the luckiest kids in this town
From the first morning light and unless it rained
These are the days that made the people we became
I remember that cabin he built with timber and hope
We planted seeds where the wild roses grow
But time moves along not waiting for anyone
Seasons keep changing before we are done
Oh, the roads keep winding, blowing wind in the wheat
I can smell the clover beneath both my feet
I now cry tears as the laughter lets go
Our family roots now deep where soft grasses grow
Still hanging out here watching the sun going down
Acting like we are the only 2 people in town
From the first morning light to the last setting sun
We will add more stories of whom we've become
