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Just a Farmer (A Love Song to the Mother)



Look up at the moon,, up in the sky,
I’m eating with a silver spoon and I don’t
know why.

Look at the beets and the turnips down in
the ground,
The green hills are her hips, all around.

I’m pulling carrots from her ring down in the
Earth,
I’m as rich as a king, cause I’m learning
how to serve her.

Chorus:
I love the Mother, want nothing to harm her
You can call me what you will, I’m just a
farmer…

My boots hit bachelor buttons and
Bethlehem stars,
I sleep under skies lit by Venus and Mars,

The whole world’s a song, then let my tiny
voice sing,
Let it join in the throngs of crickets and
dragonfly wings.

I love the Mother, her fields we are sowing,
She appears as a woman with white robes
flowing,

What does she give with the smile from her
eyes,
Plant a seed in her soil and it multiplies.

I love the Mother, want nothing to harm her
You can call me what you will, I’m just a
farmer…


Thank you for everything that you’ve given
to me,
For sunsets over the garden in all their
glory.

For fruit on my plate, reds, yellows, oranges
and blues,
Everywhere I put my spade, I dig up
diamonds and jewels.

Thanks for the moon and the sun and the
stars up above,
My life is the garden and I harvest your love.

I love the Mother, want nothing to harm her
You can call me what you will, I’m just a
farmer…

-Nicholas Chalmers