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[Куплет 1] By the west fence, the last rows lean gold Dust hangs softly where the tractor rolled Marta brings the bins, luis checks the chain And the old red combine starts up again [Алдынғы қайырма] We trade a nod, pass the water round Long days turn to a generous sound [Қайырма] Look at what this ground has given Look at all these hands in time Every furrow, every neighbor Brought this harvest to the line When the sun slips past the ridge And the workday settles down I give thanks for this good land And the folks who gather round [Куплет 2] The school bus waits while the flatbeds load Young eli counts each crate we stow Mrs. bell sends peaches from her trees And somebody’s laughing over the threshing breeze [Алдынғы қайырма] We know the cost, we know the yield A little care can feed a field [Қайырма] Look at what this ground has given Look at all these hands in time Every furrow, every neighbor Brought this harvest to the line When the sun slips past the ridge And the workday settles down I give thanks for this good land And the folks who gather round [Көпір] No single name can claim the season No one carries it alone Seed and weather, trust and effort Make a plenty of our own [Final chorus] Look at what this ground has given Look at all these hands in time Every furrow, every neighbor Brought this harvest to the line As the gold fades from the hillside And the first cool stars come through I give thanks for this good land And the people who came through [Аутро] For the land beneath our boots For the hands that see it through
