COUNTRY. Song: Wind in the Tall Grass.

Wind through the tall grass
Calling me home
Been walking these rows
Since I was small
Dirt in my pockets
Standing tall

The land knows my name
The sky knows my face
This earth holds my pain
This is my place

Morning breaks slow
Over pasture and stone
Boots on the pathway
Walking alone

Daddy worked here
Granddad too
Hands in the soil
Making it through

Summer turns harsh
Winter comes cold
But the field keeps its promise
Stories it's told

Lost my first love
Right by that gate
Cried in the furrows
Learning to wait

Seasons keep turning
I keep holding on
To what this place taught me
When everything's wrong

Mama said child
This land will provide
If you listen real close
To what's deep inside

Thunder rolls over
Rain starts to fall
I stand in the middle
Feeling it all

Years pile like harvest
Time moves too fast
But walking these acres
Makes nothing last

When I'm old and tired
And ready to rest
I'll lie down right here
Where I've been blessed

Wind through the tall grass
Calling me home
Wind through the tall grass
I'm not alone