The Farmers Prayer
I was just a young man
In the drought of 55
My father and I still worked the fields
Though they looked deader than alive
I could see it in the old man’s eyes
We were fighting a losing fight
But he was never one to quit
We worked the day and night
Late at night we would all take our hands
And say this prayer for the land

Let it rain Oh let it rain
And may the heavens cool clear waters
Wet these dusty plains
Let it rain, Oh let it rain
And may the rains that are falling
Wash away our pain

Let it rain Oh let it rain

Burned deep down in my memory
It seems like yesterday
When the banker walked up to our door
And took our land away
My father signed the dotted line
That made us into slaves
To the corporate man that got our land
And half of all we made
My father took our family by the hand
And prayed forgiveness for this man

And prayed for rain Oh let it rain
And may the heavens cool clear waters
Wash away my shame
Let it rain, Oh let it rain
I’ll never let this storm that is coming
Allow my faith to wane
Let it rain, Oh let it rain

My father worked the farm and two jobs
I worked with him for free
But we were tough enough and we earned enough
To buy the farm back in 63 yeh
Now I am an old man twenty years my father dead
It’s been so long since it has rained
I still remember what he said
I take my family by the hand
And say this prayer for the land

Let it rain, Oh let it rain
And may the heavens cool clear waters
Wet these dusty plains
Let it rain, Oh let it rain
And may the rains that are falling
Wash away our pain