Rob McHale

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I was sitting on the hill
Watching the people in the fields
They were working the day
Trying to make it pay

And the fields they were green
But I wanted to set them all free
But they kept on going
For they are the keepers of the fields

As I sipped on some tea
And dined with my favorite lady
I couldn't help but feel
For the ones working the fields

As the day carried on
And the sun stayed right on us
I couldn't help but feel
For the ones working the fields

But all i could think of
Was something to set them all free
But I talked it over
And decided to let them all be

For they are the people
And they are the keepers of the fields
They are real people
And they are the keepers of the fields

They are real people
And they are the keepers of the fields