Farm All Farm  ©
Words and Music by Claude J. Hande 

My  rooster crows  in the morning
Though  he's  all  cooped up
And  wherever I  turn  rows  
Rain makes  turned wheels get  stuck
I  sow  seed  on  a  small  lot
But  the  seed  I  plant  still  grows
Yeah  I'm  blessed  the  same dirt  is dirt
In the  hands of  a  caring   soul

Chorus:
It's  not  just  a  home  to  me
It's  how life was meant to be
Though  acre small  and  there'll  be no tall
Silo or big red barn
There's   apple  pie  'n'   honey  bees
It's Farm  All Farm 

It  might  be the old fashioned  way                 
Doing   things  by  hand
Somehow  we  still  get  by    
Though  we've  got  so little  land
There's  not  many  that  help  out
But  those  that  help  are   family
Yeah  my  kids  know  that  work  is work
But  it's  here  where  they want  to be

CHORUS: 


What  makes  a  farm  a  farm 
Is  not  the  size  or  what  is  grown 
It's  the  farmer's  sacrifice 
And  All  the  love  he's   shown   Yeah

CHORUS:
It’s  not  just  a  home  to  me
It's  how  life was meant to be
Though  acre small and there'll be no tall
Silo or big red barn
If  you  were living  here  you'd  see
Everything  that  there  should  be  
It's  Farm  All Farm 