Sound Farmer

May you dam whistle a harmony true; wind reply,
May they're with you.
Each pebble on a different key; ocean dubs back harmony.
Nightfall drop a vinyl moon; spinning peace in an ancient tune.
Miss the easy now; tune the ride,
Let the sky decide the tide.
All is seed; we sow it fed; turn to music, pure and great.
We are sound farmer,
Grow it deep; from the soil where the ancients sleep.
Every root holds a frequency sweet; the land itself keeping the beat.
Sound farmer, we unfold our song; earth on bass,
We carry weight long.