What These Hands Have Grown lyrics

Song information

Artist: Waxwing
Album: One For The Ride

Lyrics

Blessed am I to sit here today
Taking this time to carve out a place
Where I may find some rest and give others solace
To remind and remember, what can't be bought with dollars
From your pockets. not everything
It's something I should remember
Treasure it its all you own
Treasure it its all that's your own
Food costs money and kids gotta eat something
If a farmers work is honest the contribution won't be unnoticed
I wish I were a farmer
To be satisfied with what these hands have grown
No food of mine sits in the bellies of others
Instead this strange secret twisting which each only knows