Youre the Power

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