Wheat

We grow wheat

That's what we're told to be

We cant fold it down,

We got our heads to feed

We gotta eat wheat

In the ladagro, looking good in the crowded hall

We can go wind and slow, on our way down to the show

I found what i came looking for with you, my dear

Thats you my dear

Sat down in the muck

Say i'll be going up We're in we're out with Mister Young,

Play our house when the day is done, come out we're holding on,

Talk about our town, burning this one down

I found what I came looking for with you, my dear

I found what I came looking for with you, my dear

I found what i came looking for with you, my dear

I found what I came looking for with you, my dear

Golden as the morning sound,

We can forget what we're running from,

Close our eyes to just no one, what was behind is now before

I found what I came looking for with you, my dear