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
CHORUS
Living in town
In a tidy asphalt street
Stand on your verandah
Watch the world pass 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