Prompt:

[Intro] Far away where the sun beats down and faith sustains [Verse 1] There's a country called Brazil strong hands in the red-brown ground Dust on boots, and hope in pockets quiet prayers that never make a sound Old truck on a one-lane highway kids waving from the loading bed Smoke from fields and Sunday dresses stories no one’s ever read [Chorus] We are children of this land bare feet, broken plans, open hands From the river to the dry, cracked sand we stand, we stand Every laugh, every tear in the grain every dream carved into our names Whatever comes, we don’t let go children of this land [Verse 2] Grandma stirring beans at sunrise radio low in the kitchen light Names of saints above the doorway chasing shadows of the night Rain comes hard or it don’t come ever still we plant, still we stay Love is worn like a faded jersey never thrown away [Chorus] We are children of this land bare feet, broken plans, open hands From the river to the dry, cracked sand we stand, we stand Every laugh, every tear in the grain every dream carved into our names Whatever comes, we don’t let go children of this land [Bridge] Some leave for crowded stations some stay for the setting sun But the red dirt clings to every memory you can’t outrun [Chorus] We are children of this land bare feet, broken plans, open hands From the river to the dry, cracked sand we stand, we stand Every laugh, every tear in the grain every dream carved into our names Whatever comes, we don’t let go children of this land (oh) children of this land [Outro] [Harmonica slowly carries the chorus melody into silence]