Jason's Farm

Cal Smith

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He bought three hundred acres ten miles south of town
A drifter who decided it was time to settle down
There was no sea he had not sailed a sky he had not flown
And the only place he'd never been was a place he could call his own

He broke the soil and planted seed but the land refused to yield
And the loneliness he felt at night was the kind no man should feel
Till a woman came into his life a daughter of a soil
A bride that he could stand beside and ease his daily toil

And he called his kingdom jason's farm
The land grew rich and green for king jason and his queen
And the wind blew sweet each night time as they lay in each others arms
And all things good grew on jason's farm

When the summer sun had finally gone and the harvest time was near
Jason's pretty mary whispered magic in his ear
Then jason's laughter filled the land and his soul began to sing
And he boasted of a son his wife would bear him in the spring

And all things good grew on jason's farm
The land beneath the skies turned as green as mary's eyes
And he felt the child grow strong in mary's womb against his palm
And all things good grew on jason's farm