The morning dew glistens on the ground,

The rooster’s call is the only sound.

I carry life beneath my heart,

A tiny world, a brand-new start.

(Scoo-ba-doo, dee-da-da-dum, oh-oh-oh)

Sheep in the meadow, goats to feed,

Simple joys fulfill my needs.

The city calls like a distant dream,

But here, the earth flows in my bloodstream.

(Ba-da-ba, doo-wah, ba-ba-da-boom)

This village holds my soul in its arms,

The fields, the rivers, the old red barn.

(Doo-doo-dee, da-da-dum, ba-dum-dum-dum)

Though the nights grow cold, and the work is long,

In this quiet life, I’ve found my song.

(Shoo-wah-wah, dee-doo-da, oh-oh-oh)

The pulse of the land beats with my own,

In this humble home, I’m never alone.

I kneel by the river, washing grain,

Feel the sun soothe my aches and pain.

(Ba-da-ba, da-da-dum, oh-oh-oh)

The baby kicks, I pause and rest,

The barn becomes my little nest.

(Doo-doo-wah, ba-ba-dee, oh-dee-oh)

The wind whispers secrets through the trees,

Mountains standing tall with ease.

Dreams of skyscrapers fade away,

As the valley sings to me each day.

(Shoo-bee-doo, wa-da-da-dum, oh-oh-oh)

Someday my child will run these fields,

Touch the soil, and know it heals.

(Dum-ba-da, ba-da-dum, dee-da-da)

Through the sweat and through the rain,

They’ll find the beauty in the mundane.

I pray they’ll see what I hold dear,

The love this simple life makes clear.

Though the world is wide and full of light,

This village shines in quiet might.

This village holds my soul in its arms,

The fields, the rivers, the old red barn.

(Doo-doo-dee, da-da-dum, ba-dum-dum-dum)

Though the nights grow cold, and the work is long,

In this quiet life, I’ve found my song.

(Shoo-wah-wah, dee-doo-da, oh-oh-oh)

The pulse of the land beats with my own,

In this humble home, I’m never alone.