Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Out in the dirt, where the sun hits low,
He's got calloused hands, and a steady flow.
Pulling the weeds, planting rows so straight,
The earth is his canvas, and he can't wait.

[Chorus]
The garden's where he stands, boots sinking in the ground,
Turning soil with his hands, where peace is always found.
He hums a tune to the sky, never needing grand plans,
My old man, my old man—his heart's in the land.

[Verse 2]
Tomatoes climb like dreams on the vine,
Peppers burn red in the summer shine.
He talks to the beans, says they grow better that way,
It's a quiet kind of magic that fills his day.

[Prechorus]
Rain or shine, he’s out there still,
With a stubborn love and an iron will.

[Chorus]
The garden's where he stands, boots sinking in the ground,
Turning soil with his hands, where peace is always found.
He hums a tune to the sky, never needing grand plans,
My old man, my old man—his heart's in the land.

[Bridge]
The seasons come, the seasons go,
He teaches me the things I need to know.
"Son," he says, "it's not just seeds,
It's hope you’re planting in the breeze."