I've got a spade and a pick-axe. And a hundred miles square of land to churn about. My old horse is weary but sincerely. I believe that he can pull a plough. Well I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble. To grow my own food. And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds. Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through. Now I'm a farmer and I'm digging digging digging digging digging. Now I'm a farmer and I'm digging digging digging digging digging. It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming. How calming and balming the effect of the air. Well I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn. That stretched as far as the eye can see. That's a whole lot of cornflakes. Near enough to feed New York till 1973. Cultivation is my station and the nation. Buys my corn from me immediately. And holding sixty thousand bucks I watch as dumper trucks. Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea. Now I'm a farmer and I'm digging digging digging digging digging. Now I'm a farmer and I'm digging digging digging digging digging. It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming. How calming and balming the effect of the air. Now look here son. The right thing to say. Isn't necessarily what you want to say. The right thing to do. Isn't necessarily what you want to do. The right things to grow. Ain't necessarily what you want to grow. Your own happiness. Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know. Well I'm suntanned and deep so's the horse. And my hands are deeply grained. Old horse is a-grazing it's amazing. Just how lazily he took the strain. Well my pick and spade are rusty. Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare. It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming. How calming and balming the effect of the air. When you grow what I grow. Tomatoes potatoes stew eggplants .... Potatoes tomatoes ... gourds.