I am a ploughman and I plough my earth I get my pay from the earth I serve A little corn and a glass of wine I want no more ´cause this life is fine
Fly away High away Fly away
I watch the land and the prey at work I get my pay from the soil I serve It´s always giving if I treat it right I plough my earth and the earth delights
Fly away High away Fly away
I am a ploughman and I till my fields I love to search in all the ground I till I love the rain on the soil I tread My field is giving and my family´s fed