Slightly blowing through the forest
He can feel the wind blowing now

Sending a small relief
Cooling the sweat upon his brow

Has to work the land all day
And now gazes at his work

The old tractor fires up accordingly
With only a slight jerk

He pulls the plow, breaks the ground,
And plants the entire crop

Day in and day out with only a lunch
Break providing him a stop

The old farm fades away into history
Known only by a memory

Replaced by skyscrapers, housing,
And a new generation nightlife energy