[Verse 1]
Out by the fence line, just me and my boy,
He held a toy truck, his pride and his joy.
I said, "Son, take a look at this ground that you stand,
This dirt underfoot is worth more than your hand."
[Verse 2]
He frowned at the soil, said, "It’s just brown and plain,
It don’t move, it don’t shine, it don’t make a name."
I knelt down beside him, and held out my palm,
"Son, this land feeds us, keeps us safe, keeps us calm."
[Chorus]
It’s the crops in the field, the roots in the ground,
The stories it holds, the life all around.
No gold or bright silver can match what it brings,
The worth of the earth is in everything.
[Verse 3]
He asked me, "But Dad, can it buy me a car?
Can it take me away, somewhere big, somewhere far?"
I smiled and I said, "It won’t buy you the show,
But it’ll build you a life, that’s all you need to know."
[Verse 4]
I showed him the corn, the wheat, and the hay,
Said, "This land gave me work, and a home where we stay.
It’s the sweat of your brow, it’s the blood in your veins,
It’s the worth of the earth that forever remains."
[Chorus]
It’s the crops in the field, the roots in the ground,
The stories it holds, the life all around.
No gold or bright silver can match what it brings,
The worth of the earth is in everything.