Текст песни Pastures Of Plenty

It`s a mighty hard road that my Poor hands have hold As I travel along on this hard dusty road Out of your dustbowls and this` where we roam Your deserts was hard and your Mountains was cold The edge of your city You`ll see us and then We come with the dust and we Blow with the wind Green pastures of plenty From dry desert ground From the grand canyon down Where the Waters run down Every state in the union us migrants have been We`ll work in this fight And we'll fight till we win It`s always we ramble And river run down Along your green valley I`ll work `till I die My lands I`ll defend with my Life need it be For my pastures of plenty Will always be free Green pastures of plenty From dry desert ground From the grand canyon down where the Waters run down Every state in the union us migrants have been We`ll work in this fight And we'll fight till we win It`s a mighty hard road that my Poor hands have hold