[Verse] Swaying in the breeze, they dance with grace Fields of green, their laughter lights the pace Bosom full, they sing of love and mirth Harvesting the joy of their own earth [Chorus] Oh, the bosom sons of the earth Sway and sing, give praise to their worth In the fields of plenty, they find their glee Large breasted women, freedom's symphony [Outro] As the sun sets, their voices carry on A folk song of life, of beauty worn