My Farm In Heaven
I know you miss meSince I have gone,
I want my farm
To carry on.
My farm on Earth
Was great you see,
But now God has fixed
a farm in Heaven for me!
The corn's so tall
You can't see the tops,
Such beautiful tobacco
And plentiful crops.
My John Deere tractor
is layered in gold,
My crops never die
because it never gets cold.
Now you see how happy I am?
So put on a grin and
wipe off that frown.
I can still see your smiling face,
And here in Heaven,I'll save you space.
Keep your heads held high
And remember with Grace....
This is a gorgeous John Deere place!
Written in memory of my step-father Joe.
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