You gotta have a little rain
You gotta have a little sun
A little faith won’t do you no harm
Law of the farm—law of the farm.
No cuttin’ corners in the field
You cheat nature you get no yield
That smokey sky should sound the alarm
Law of the farm.
Chorus:
Grapes and figs, and strawberries, too
Wheat and barley, it’s all for you
All blessed by the morning dew
Law of the farm.
Mother nature everywhere
In the garden and by the square
That hothouse sky should sound the alarm
Law of the farm.
Chorus
©2018 Tom Cain
