Where the roosters crow

The grass is green where the roosters crow.

Golden bales row by row.

In the summer days or white of snow,

the children here learn to grow.

Raising flocks on the go,

day by day where waters flow.

The orange light will crest and show,

the green grass where the roosters crow.

Taking food we only grow,

our children here learn and know.

Life is short, we take it slow,

Where the grass is green and the roosters crow.

In the field white with snow,

in the cold the wind will blow.

Seeds are planted row by row,

when the grass is green where the roosters crow.