Dreams Of The San Joaquin

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 Sierras melt with the rain

And race through the valley like blood through the vein

Turning the lowland from golden to green

To harvest forever our dreams of the San Joaquin

Every day I struggle

With the distance and the fear

That I might not return

Or find a way to bring you here

My emptiness grows deeper

My spirit starts to fall

As night comes like a blanket

That brings no sleep at all

I only hope that time will find

A way to work things out

That we may be together

In this life we dream about

This life we dream about

They say the Sierras melt with the rain

And race through the valley like blood through the vein

Turning the lowland from golden to green

To harvest forever our dreams of the San Joaquin

We'll harvest forever in dreams of the San Joaquin