I tend the wheat field that makes your bread I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed Mother nature and mother earth Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth I'm the farmer I work in the fields all day Don't mean to alarm her But I know it was meant to be this way You cried a tear, I wiped it dry I put you up upon a pesestal so high If you should waver, if you should sway I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away You signed your picture with and O and X I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques I'm the farmer I work in the fields all day Don't mean to alarm her But I know we were meant to be this way All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you Well you could have written back And you could have said "thank you" But I guess you've got better things, But I guess you've got better things, I guess you've got better things, Better things to do Better things to do yeah Better things to do You say you love me, is that the truth? Although they've heard the songs, my friends need living proof I know your address, I ring the bell I bring you flowers and a twenty-two with shells I'm the farmer I work in the fields all day Never wanted to harm her But I know it was meant to be this way I know it was meant to be this way I know it was meant to be this way