The Farmer

Jessa Lactuan

Oh, brothers and
sisters, do you see,
do you see
The green green of
crops,
Where a
handsome farmer
plants for us.

In the hope of doing
good for his country,
Farmers work hard,
For the needs of
everybody’s lives,

Its plowed furrows
are the furrows of
his is country’s land,
Each drop of his
sweat is a gem of
his land,

The field is his life,
A piece of his soil is
his heart,
With his sweat, he
clearly defines the
field,
With his blood, he
depends on the field,

The farmer is a real
son of the land,
A gifted man on
earth,
Who works hard
without feeling
tired,
Its sacrifices mean
a lot, for the land
he loved