Hombre Del Campo

Man who lives off the land
Who lovingly tends the earth
My respect for your hard work
And my respect for your crops

I also grew up on a ranch
Where the man is a farmer
The land is watered with tears
And with drops of sweat

I saw my folks leave
Their skin stuck to the ground
Over 70 years old
And my grandma was planting in it

I watched my dad pray
Asking God for his harvest
And even though he lived in the city
He lived loving the land

To you who cultivate
The soil from which we eat
Who gives life in the fields
My deepest respect

Morning star
Breeze of dawn
Never abandon the man
Who works to eat

I saw my folks leave
Their skin stuck to the ground
Over 70 years old
And my grandma was planting in it

I watched my dad cry
When he lost his plot
And even though he died in the city
He was a man of the field and harvest
I miss them