Everyday I have to cross the field and dirt
Without my shoes I know it will hurt.
When it is dry and there is no dew
The silence is lonely and keeps me blue.
When the sun in high and hot
The dirt hard and sharp, easy it is not.
Dryness kills the grass dead
Walking without my shoes I dread.
When the sun is gone and clouds are dark and gray
The dirt is turned to mud in the rain.
Knowing I will sink into the earth and emerge filthy
At home I’d rather stay wishing I were wealthy.
The walk can be long with steep ditches and hills
Drop and climbs are no longer a thrill.
In the rain the ditches are filled with water
In the heat a hill climb will make me beg for a bottle of water.
Painful and lonely is the journey through the field
I longer to stop and rest for my heartbeat is getting still.
Unbelievably in this large dry filthy field I find a living oasis
Shade, green grass, blue pond I beautiful place for all aces.