My Father is a farmer He kneels to the earth, digs His hands in the dirt Tending His garden - day after day My Father is a farmer He plants the seeds - so faithfully Season by season He helps them grow He knows the rhythm of the rain The fields as they change And He works relentlessly He knows the rhythm of the rain The fields as they change And He waits so patiently My Father is a farmer He prunes the leaves - so tenderly Season by season He helps them grow He knows the rhythm of the rain The fields as they change And He works relentlessly He knows the rhythm of the rain The fields as they change And He waits so patiently My Father is a farmer He kneels to the earth, digs His hands in the dirt Tending His garden - day after day