Yellow Barley Straw Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

He′s got a heart made of yellow barley straw
All wrapped up in calico patches
And plumb chock full of love
He looks out over the fields
Every year's losses, every year′s yields
Every year's dreams
A hundred bushels to an acre


And tomorrow, you know
The bank is gonna come and take it
Take it all away
He got a letter in the mail
It was only, why it was only yesterday

But he just goes on believin'
And you can′t sow crops if the ground ain′t even
So he tills the soil, he drills the seed 'til dawn
His heart is made of yellow barley straw