Jeff Gangwer - He Travels lyrics

The world was larger And when you're young and growing And the world is nothing more than your own backyard, Your father— Gruff, but loving— Is a man of fields and farms and dirt— Or soil (as he would say) And then the world grew And distance began to divide But now, As we live and long, We grow closer We grow closer He travels He travels and he knows the world, Learning whatever the world teaches him And in traveling, He would say, “All are dependent on fields of green.” Fields of green I like that The backyard, The field, The farm, The dirt My world is larger still