Daddy's Fields from Country Ballads by Timeless Country Music

I still hear his voice callin' at the break of dawn,
Daddy's old straw hat and dusty boots he'd worn,
Sunrise on the horizon, fields stretchin' far and wide,
Walkin' hand in hand, he was my cowboy guide.

We'd saddle up the horses, the morning breeze so sweet,
With every mile and memory, my heart would skip a beat,
He taught me how to lasso, how to plow the land,
Side by side, we'd work, with calloused, steady hands.

Oh, Daddy's fields, where the wildflowers grow,
Underneath that azure sky, watchin' life unfold so slow,
In the arms of prairie winds, I found my heart's true thrills,
As a cowgirl with my father, workin' Daddy's fields.

Evenings by the fire, the harmonica he'd play,
Melodies of heartache and love, they'd softly sway,
We'd sing the old-time stories, ‘neath the blanket of the night,
With the crackling flames before us, everything felt right.

Now the fields have grown wild, but the memories still clear,
Of laughter, love, and lessons that I hold dear,
Though Daddy's ridin' somewhere up in the sky above,
His spirit's here beside me, wrapped in fields of love.

Oh, Daddy's fields, where the wildflowers grow,
Underneath that azure sky, watchin’ life unfold so slow,
In the arms of prairie winds, I found my heart's true thrills,
As a cowgirl with my father, workin' Daddy's fields.

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