That field of corn
Would never ever see a plow
That field of corn
Would be deserted now
A man is born
But he's no good no how
Without a song
I've got my trouble and woe
But sure as I know
The Jordan will roll
I'll get along
As long as a song
Is strung in my soul
I'll never know
What makes the rain to fall
I'll never know
What makes the grass so tall
I only know
There ain't no love at all
Without a song