Out here where the river meets the tall pine trees
The wind whispers secrets through the autumn leaves
We're plowing fields under a borrowed sky
Sowing seeds where the roots of time lie
On borrowed time, in borrowed land
We walk the furrows made by God's own hand
Listen close, you'll understand
We're just stewards, not the owners of this grand old land
The sun sets over fields of gold
Stories of the earth just waiting to be told
The creek sings a tune to the setting sun
Reminding us that our work is never done
On borrowed time, in borrowed land
We dance to rhythms played by a heavenly band
Every moment's a grain of sand
Slipping through our fingers, this sacred land
Time talks in seasons, Earth in rain
Telling us to cherish, not just strain
We hold the future, it's ours to mold
A tale of love, to be bold and retold
Stars blanket the night with a silver glow
Over fields where only the humblest crops grow
It's the heart, not the hands, that turns the earth
Teaching us what this ground is worth
On borrowed time, in borrowed land
We heed the call to gently stand
With care and love, hand in hand
Preserving the beauty of this grand old land
Honor every mountain, river, and strand
On this borrowed time, on this borrowed land