You took your bride to the farm The same land your father worked And your grandfather cleared You shared the joy of two sons One day the place would be theirs To share with their brides You took the good with the bad And watched the boys growing - They soon would be men But their lives were their own No heart for farming And a beckoning road ... they left you Living in town In a tidy asphalt street Stand on your verandah Watch the world pa** slowly by Living in town - Have you really lost your heart Did it stay ten miles away When you sold the farm The boys are gone And you're living in town With your wife by your side You stroll to the papershop And still by "The Land" These are changing times And you couldn't keep up with them So what else could you do? Than start You get a call now and then The boys and their families Are doing O.K. (in a city sort of way) You'd love to share more But you weren't made for the city life - The boys can't be blamed ... That you're