Pastures of Plenty

[Verse 1]
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have travelled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
Through deserts so hot and your mountains so cold

[Verse 2]
I've wandered all over your green growing land
Wherever your crops are, I've lent you my hand
On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then
I come with the dust, and I'm gone with wind

[Verse 3]
California, Arizona, I've worked on your crops
Then north up to Washington to gather your hops
I dig beets from your ground, I cut grapes from your vine
To set on your table, that light sparkling wine

[Verse 4]
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From thе Grand Coulee Dam where the watеr runs down
Every state of this Union us migrants have been
We come with the dust, and we're gone with the wind

[Outro]
We come with the dust, and we're gone with the wind
And we're gone with the wind