White Fields

I feel it’s time to go
But how or where to, I don’t know
A man came with a letter in hand
And he said that the company had taken our land
And they came with tractors and plows
Into the valley that used to be ours
And the seeds were sown
And now we will go
Down to the white fields
The white fields that grow so deep
And we’ll go down to the white fields
And work hard to reap the harvest grown
And then the company set up a store
Where we could buy all our food and a little bit more
Yeah, you don’t work, don’t get no pay
There’s plenty more who would kill for less today
And then the flower that colors the fields
Colors our minds, makes it hard to feel
And the seeds are sown
And now we will go
Down to the white fields
The white fields that grow so deep
And we’ll go down to the white fields
And work hard to reap the harvest grown
And they came with tractors and plows
Into the valley that used to be ours
And the seeds were sown
And now we must go
Down to the white fields
The white fields that grow so deep
And we’ll go down to the white fields
And work for our keep
Down to the white fields, the white fields
And work hard to reap the harvest grown
Oh
Oh