Wintergreen Pastures of Plenty lyrics

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road.
Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled,
Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold.

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes,
Slept on the ground in the light of the moon.
On the edge of yourcity you'll see us and then,
We come with the dust and we go with the wind.

California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Then North up to Oregon to gather your hops.
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine.


Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground,
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down.
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win.

It's always we ramble, that river and I
All along your green valley, I'll work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if need be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free