| This song was written in loving memory of Daniel McMahon, known and loved by many, who died in a tragic farm accident. This was the story as told to me by Mark who was a longtime friend and neighbor. |
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Chorus: And the whippoorwill wails There’s a hawk on the wing In the sweet days of summer Of thee I do sing The spirit seer watched as you went up the hill The sight of the tractor gave him a chill The land that you loved, the place of your birth The smell of the forest, the feel of the earth Chorus You woke with the dawn and went out to the barn The chores needed doing, that’s life on the farm The cows needed milking, the chickens need feed The soil it needs planting come scatter the seed Chorus Mamma raised all her children to be kind never cruel When money was short, she said “we’ll make do” From haymow to hot rod, from farm life to school You were beloved by all that you knew Chorus One day they gave you a present so dear That shiny old tractor took you from here You went up that hill and you never returned You died in the field on the land of your birth Chorus |