Pastures Of Plenty Pete Seeger

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed;
My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road
Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled
Your desert was hot and your mountains were cold

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes;
I've slept on the ground in the light of your moon
On the edge of your city you've seen us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I make all your crops
Then north up to Oregon to gather your hogs
Pull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light, sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
Every state in this union us migrants have been;
We'll work in your fight and we'll fight 'til we win

Well, it's always we ramble that river and I;
All along your green valley I'll work 'til I die
My land I'll defend with my life if need be
'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free