© 1997 TR Gregg, Dave Hines | ® BMI # 65284466
Rise up early in the morning.
Looking over fields of gold.
I take your hand and walk the land.
Quietly moving through the fields.
For the love of the earth.
Walking the fields of gold and grain.
I do it all for the love of you.
I do it all for the love of you.
I wake to the sounds of the city.
Looking through the windows to streets of rain.
I see you there beside me.
It’s only a dream but back I go
For the love of the earth.
Walking the fields of gold and grain.
I do it all for the love of you.
I do it all for the love of you.