Above the clouds high upon the mountain top
Simple farmers living simple lives
Praying to the river to complete my life
Reading the sun like my ancestors before
There's no doubt that I've been here before
As i plow my fore fathers land
As i sow this humble seed
There's no doubt that I've seen this before
I know this land like the palm of my hands
Channel the water to the rhythm's of life
I fear no man its just me and my wife
This is our fate i don't need to translate
Cause there's no doubt that we have lived here before
Oh we pray for the gentle rain
that bless my simple fields
There's no doubt this is where I'll die
Quiet farmer lets his corn fields sing
Nothing more free as a man on his knees
Working the earth that's mans only worth
Praying for the harvest and dance for the rain
There's no doubt this is what we adore
To live this simple life
to walk this pueblo life
There's no doubt i have been here before
(Tag)
Among the simple fields
And among healing rains
Among silent plains
Among the simple fields
There's no doubt this is where we belong.
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The video starts with pictures of a weekly farmers market in Ecuador specifically in a beloved community of Otavalo I have tried to go back recently to visit however this year Aspen and Dawn will be going to Peru.
