Who will feed the soil?
Who will feed the soil that greed has sorely drained?
And will we tend the earth?
Somehow it seems to go against the grain, against the grain
Some of the farmers have done so well
Out of so many, it's hard to tell
So many stayed on the land they trust
A heritage falling away from us
The fertile soil blown away to dust
Oh, the farmers cry in helplessness
Starve the families into carelessness
Hanging by prayer and by poverty
Here in this land of opportunity
Here in these times of uncertainty
Who will feed the soil?
Who will feed the soil that greed has sorely drained?
And will we tend the earth?
Somehow it seems to go against the grain, against the grain
Oh, the farmers turn against themselves
Nothing to reach for on the empty shelves
Harvesting heartbreak and bitterness
Talking themselves into helplessness
Here in these times of such selfishness
With foreclosures and exposures
To the harsh winter weather
It’s hard to imagine getting better and better
'Cause if the freezes don't get you
The drought surely will
Who will feed the soil?
Who will feed the soil that greed has sorely drained?
And will we tend the earth?
Somehow it seems to go against the grain, against the grain
And who will feed the soil?
Who will feed the soil that washes with the rain?
Will we bless the earth?
Somehow I think it goes against the grain, against the grain
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Against the Grain was written by Tret Fure.
Against the Grain was produced by Teresa Trull.