Pastures Of Plenty Lyrics

Pastures Of Plenty lyrics

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have
traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we
rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I
worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the
light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come
with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I harvest
your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets
from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your
light sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert
ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in
the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till
we win

It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green
valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if need
be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free