My father said, "Some thing you learn   Only by doing when it comes your turn   Everything comes around so be ready if you can   Prepare your heart like the farmer turns the land"      You plant your fields when the spring is tender   When the summer beats down, you pray for rain   You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter   And then you plant your fields again      He spoke right to my restless soul   Still wild and hungry and beyond control   For all that you dream, there's a time and a place   But you won't know it till it comes your turn      You plant your fields when the spring is tender   When the summer beats down, you pray for rain   You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter   And then you plant your fields again      When the spring is tender   When the summer beats down, you pray for rain   You hope for the harvest and the long cold winter   And then you plant your fields again      You plant your fields, your fields again   You plant your fields, your fields again   You plant your fields, your fields again   ...