Intro: When he was a boy, sitting in school Staring out the windows at the fields he knew All that he wanted was to be there too Driving his tractor through the morning dew Dust from the sun, mud from the rain Felt like an honour to him all the same It's the simplest thing, he's a self taught man He loves his work because he loves the land He can change the hills, plant the trees Dig the wells, spread the seeds Mow the fields, plough the streets In his home town When the seasons roll by, year into year He's worked all his life and he's worked right here The winter's go slow if the snows don't come But it's soon to be summer when the tractors hum He can change the hills, plant the trees Dig the wells, spread the seeds Mow the fields, plough the streets In his home town Bridge: I've seen him do things I just can't believe Makes gentle giants of those big machines He moves a boulder like a paper bag He moves a tree like it was all he had He can change the hills Instrumental: