"The Belgian Team" lyrics

My grandad kept a Belgian Team
In stalls of oak and polished steel
He pulled him right up to the day
He gave his hand up to the wheels
Tonight I'll run my hand across the marks
Those heavy horses left behind
Stand alone in that shelter cold
Feel their spirit one last time

I've seen the field go powder dry
Heavy rain take down the hay
I never seen a time when the time would up and leave a man this way
Selling all he can bare to lose
From the planter to the wheat
Come tomorrow they'll return
To sell the ground beneath our feet

Wish I had a nickel for every furrow I have turned
A silver dollar for every creature brought to light while the lanterns burn
And if I held a dime for every time I saw the sun rise on this land
There'd be no sellin' in the morning
No crowd of strangers where I stand

Should you give a man like me
No crop to tend, no stock to feed
Take away the wheel and reigns from
From the hand that sows the seed
And shall I go the way of my neighbor, take a job in town
Like the heavy horse before me
Simply go on down

Wish I had a nickel for every furrow I have turned
A silver dollar for every creature brought to light while the lanterns burn
And if I held a dime for every time I saw the sun rise on this land
There'd be no sellin' in the morning
No crowd of strangers where I stand

No, no

My grandad kept a Belgian Team
In stalls of oak and polished steel