Pastures Of Plenty Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed 

My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road 

Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled 

Your desert was hot and your mountains were cold 

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes 

I've slept on the ground in the light of your moon 

On the edge of your city you've seen us and then 

We come with the dust and we go with the wind 

California, arizona, I make all your crops 

Then north up to oregon to gather your hogs 

Pull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine 

To set on your table your light, sparkling wine 

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground 

From the grand coulee dam where the water runs down 

Every state in this union us migrants have been 

We'll work in your fight and we'll fight til we win