Kathy Mattea - You plant your fields

My father ^Csaid, "Some things you ^Amlearn Only by ^Fdo^Cing^G when it comes your ^Cturn Everything comes around, so be ready if you ^Amcan Prepare your ^Fheart like the ^Gfarmer turns the ^Cland"

^N.C.You plant your ^Amfields when the spring is tender ^{Em Am} When the summer beats down, you pray for ^Dmrain ^{Am Dm} You hope for the ^Charvest^Em__ and the long cold ^Fwinter And then you ^Eplant ^N.C.your fields a^Amgain ^{Em Am}

He spoke right ^Cto my restless ^Amsoul Still wild and ^Fhung^Cry^G and beyond con^Ctrol For all that you dream, there's a time and a ^Amplace But you won't ^Fknow it^G 'til it comes your ^Cway

^N.C.You plant your ^Amfields when the spring is tender ^{Em Am} When the summer beats down, you pray for ^Dmrain ^{Am Dm} You hope for the ^Charvest^Em__ and the long cold ^Fwinter And then you ^Eplant ^N.C.your fields a^Amgain ^{Em Am}

When the spring is tender ^{Em Am} When the summer beats down, you pray for ^Dmrain ^{Am Dm} You hope for the ^Charvest^Em__ and the long co^Fld winter And then you ^Eplant ^N.C.your fields a^Amgain ^{Em Am}

You plant your fields, your fields again ^{Em Am} You plant your fields, your fields again ^{Em Am} You plant your fields, your fields again ^{Em Am}