[Intro]
In a sunbaked valley where the dialects bend low,
A farmer sighs, a monkey grins, the clover droops slow.
[Verse 1]
Farmer: The soil speaks in whispers, dry hems on the bed,
Cloverfolds droop like dreams in a watering-less stead.
Monkey: Hee-hee, old timer, ain’t nothin’ but a shade, relax your hand,
Your cornrows of worry won’t water this land.
[Pre-Chorus]
Farmer: Rain is a rumor till the clouds spit out their bread,
Monkey: Worrying won’t sprout no leaves on this here thread.
[Chorus]
Both: Oh, the field of clover, bendin’ to the sun,
We’ll mend it with a plan, not a pointer or a run.
If the sky forgets to cry, we’ll fetch a bigger grin,
Till the green comes back alive and the blue returns within.
[Verse 2]
Monkey: Looky here, a worm of luck under a leaf so wide,
Farmer: Nah, luck won’t water faith; we’ll work side by side.
Monkey: I’ll swing by the fenceposts, crowd the scarecrow with cheer,
Farmer: And I’ll tend the rows, keep the faith near.
[Pre-Chorus]
Monkey: Quick as a wink, I’ll fetch a bucket or two,
Farmer: Patience is a seed too, and it grows true.
[Chorus]
Both: Oh, the field of clover, bendin’ to the sun,
We’ll mend it with a plan, not a pointer or a run.
If the sky forgets to cry, we’ll fetch a bigger grin,
Till the green comes back alive and the blue returns within.
[Bridge]
Farmer: Don’t rush the storm, let the roots drink slow,
Monkey: Then we’ll dance in the drizzle when the soft winds blow.
[Chorus]
Both: Oh, the field of clover, bendin’ to the sun,
We’ll mend it with a plan, not a pointer or a run.
If the sky forgets to cry, we’ll fetch a bigger grin,
Till the green comes back alive and the blue returns within.
[Outro]
Farmer: So we wait, we water, we watch the green begin,
Monkey: And I’ll tease the rain in, with laughter on my chin.
