As the river flows from afar
No matter how much you try to drain it
Hunger makes the stars wander on
Your place is to grow what shall feed them

As the anger grows in your heart
No matter how much you try to deny it
Hunger makes his people go on
Our place is to grow what shall feed them!

Rain is falling on the fields
They grow on me, reach towards the sun
One day you will join the soil
But first we grow

My field, my seeds!
I am the harvest!

As the gods all watch as we crawl
No matter what we will stand by our master
Our cradle and our graves under stones
Dug up by fathers resting beneath us

Rain is falling on the fields
They grow on me, reach towards the sun
One day you will join the soil
But first we grow

My field, my seeds!
I am the harvest!

As I lift this child from the ground
No matter how long it takes, he's returning
Our destiny is written in dirt
Nurtured by mothers, raised by the season

Rain is falling on the fields
They grow on me, reach towards the sun
One day you will join the soil
But first we grow

My field, my seeds!
I am the harvest!