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Lyrics
[Intro]
Early dawn, engines roar, the countryside awakes
Fendt and Deere at work, the harvest train it takes
Chasing time through rolling hills, shadows cast by dawn
It's silage time in the borders, till the day is gone
[Verse 1]
Fields of green, let it turn gold, machines in harmony
Fendt's steady hand, Deere’s might, in the morning’s symphony
Massey’s roar, pushing through, hauling all the way
Grass laid flat, ready for feed, in the warm light of day
[Pre-Chorus]
Rumbling roads, fill up the breeze, the farmers’ pride and toil
Heavy loads, heading home, in the early sunlight’s spoil
Through the borders wide and free, where the brave hearts roam
This is their time to work and grind, this land they call their own
[Chorus]
Silage time, on the borders, where the engines sing
Harvest of the countryside, hear the bells that ring
From heavy tractors to the open sky, they make their stand
It's the heartbeat of the farmland, across the land
[Bridge]
Underneath the gray clouds, rain or shine, they never quit
Legacy in every load, every piece of grit
From dawn to dusk, their story told in the rolling fields
In the grit and grease, their passion yields
[Outro]
As the sun sets low, quiet now, the day’s work done
Fendt, Deere, Massey pride, united as one
Silage in the containers, dreams are stored away
Till the dawn of another day, on the rustic bay
Details
GeneratedNov 23, 2025
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Heavy-duty farm machinery sounds, country folk ballad with a modern touch, male
Credits
Prompt by
sanka1991
sanka1991ModelAria v5
