I'm sending you some money   I wish it could be more   But it's harder than I thought   To find the work I came here for   This place is just as pretty   As I pictured it to be   But a man in need of work's   An all too common sight to see      Each morning as the trucks roll in   A lucky few climb on   And the rest of us are left to wonder   Where the dream has gone   Where the dream has gone      They say the Sierra melts with the rain   To race through the valley like blood through the vein   Turning the lowland from golden to green   To harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin      Every day I struggle   With the distance and the fear   That I will not return   Or find a way to bring you here   My emptiness grows deeper   I feel my spirit fall   As night comes like a blanket   It brings no sleep at all      I only hope that time will find   A way to work things out   We will be together   In the life we dream about   Life we dream about      They say the Sierra melts with the rain   To race through the valley like blood through the vein   Turning the lowland from golden to green   To harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin      We'll harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin