You Plant Your Fields Lyrics - Kathy Mattea

(Wendy Waldman/Donny Lowery) 

My father said some thing you learn 

Only by doing when it comes your turn 

Everything comes around so be ready if you can 

Prepare your heart like the farmer turns the land 

You plant your fields 

When the spring is tender 

When the summer beats down 

You pray for rain 

You hope for the harvest 

And the long cold winter 

And then you plant your fields again 

He spoke right to my restless soul 

Still wild and hungry and beyond control 

For all that you dream there's a time and a place 

But you won't know it till it comes your turn 

You plant your fields 

When the spring is tender 

When the summer beats down 

You pray for rain 

You hope for the harvest 

And the long cold winter 

And then you plant your fields again