Four long lines one darker than the rest
Each one has a purpose making borders on the land
Farmer’s pride you know he works real hard
>From a small aeroplane you can see the fields
Heart shaped hedges
Japanese gardens
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Four long years one leaner than the rest
The animals are fed and the pasture’s dry
Farmer’s pride if the weather doesn’t lie
>From a small aeroplane you can see the sea
Lots of blue
Very deep blue
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Johnson sees the fields from all the sides
Steel machines and black tar roads
Countryside where the spirit never dies
In his face all the history shows
Farmer’s pride as the rains came down