These trees... are so beautiful in the spring, they bring...
the promise of new life. The birds will sing, through leaves of green.
And everything is all right.
This old farm... has seen four generations, and the ground
looks up to familiar faces. "Where have you been, since last harvest end?
Is it already time again? Let's begin."
Chorus
We work the fields... the fields of love.
Put your heart and soul into it, you'll get back more than enough.
It takes the rain, it takes the sunshine, and they both fall from above,
to work the fields... the fields of love.
The farmer's wife... is calling from the front porch, "suppertime."
Always the believer, everyday... she always prays
that God will warm his cold heart...
Chorus repeat
We work the fields... the fields of love.
Put your heart and soul into it, you'll get back more than enough.
It takes the rain, it takes the sunshine, and they both fall from above,
to work the fields... the fields of love.
Down on the farm... one April morn... a son is born.
The father cries... he has his eyes... but the mother dies.