The Sound of my John Deere Composer: Pablo Raposo The sound of my John Deere, old war machine Green and roaring loud, breaking the silence of the Texas plains I take my coffee, kiss my loved ones tight And head to work, in the fields where I find my delight (Verse 2) My children love this life, just like me They're learning the ways of a good harvest, soon to be under their command, they'll see And it's beautiful to see them eager to work alongside me And drive the green machine, together we'll reap what we sow, you'll see (Bridge) Life in the country is simple, yet full of meaning We find our peace, in the silence of the fields And when the sun sets on the horizon, we feel like we're home And we know we'll return, to the fields, tomorrow (Verse 3) Life in the country is full of significance Every farmer's surname is patience and faith For we know well that planting without certainty of harvest Is a matter of humility, it's simply having faith And God has honored me, with each harvest I've made And I thank Him, for each day that I'm alive