Show Just Foks Folks By Bv Edgar A. A Guest THE TIrE FARMERS FARMER'S LIFE I wonder could I stand it In the blazing burning sun To drive a harrow up and down the field till day is done They tell me it is healthy work and sharpens appetite And farmers world wide over oversleep oversleep oversleep sleep like dead men through the night But often as I watch them as they sheaf sheat the golden grain I wonder could I do it and not bitterly complain Sometimes in dead of winter as 8 I Isi Isit si sit sit beside beside the fire tire A farm of forty acres seems the joy I most desire And Ive I've often orten said to Nellie there can be no no lovelier thing Than the tho peach and cherry blossoms blossoms blos bios some of or an orchard in the I spring But that solitary figure In midsummer midsummer midsummer mid mid- summer at his plow Makes mo me wonder could I stand it to be bo turning furrows now Dh the city man mah man talks farming arming as asa asa asa a labor Jabor of delight But he be isn't out there sweltering till the tho dusk comes down don at night He Isn't out there toiling at the mercy of the sun Pitching h Kay hay y onto a wagon at the tho market price per ton And Ive I've come to this conclusion though a farm tarm has filled my d dreams reams A farmers farmer's life is never quite as pleasant as it seems Copyright 1936 Edgar A A Guest |