Lyrics:

Well it's a cold, cold shallow lake

It rests lower and lower and lower each year

The only water that's reached down to kiss the earth

Comes down hard in the form of salt filled tears



For the farmer and his children

as they ready for the fall

But doesn't anybody here remember

It's the farmer feeds us all



It's a long walk home through empty fields


The wind carries the fruitless seed for miles on it's way

Not since the dustbowl have we felt this forsaken

In the land of plenty when so little comes down this way



For the farmer and his children

as they ready for the fall

But doesn't anybody here remember

It's the farmer feeds us all