Alison Krauss - Pastures Of Plenty

Well, it's always we ramble, this river and I


All along your green valleys, I work till I die


My land I'll defend with my life need it be


'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free





Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground


From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down


Every state in this union us migrants have been


Lord, we come with the dust and we go with the wind





California, Arizona, I harvest your crops


Then it's on up North to Oregon to gather your hogs


Take the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine


Just to place on your table your that light, sparkling wine