I'm sending you some money
I wish it could be more
But it's harder than I thought
To find the work I came here for
This place is just as pretty
As I pictured it to be
And a man in need of work's
An all too common sight to see
Each morning as the trucks roll in
A lucky few climb on
And the rest of us are left to wonder
Where the dream has gone
Where the dream has gone
They say the Sierras melt with the rain
And race through the valley
Like blood through the vein
Turning the lowland
From golden to green
To harvest forever
Our dreams of the San Joaquin
Every day I struggle
With the distance and the fear
That I will not return or find
A way to bring you here
My emptiness grows deeper
I feel my spirit fall
As night comes like a blanket
That brings no sleep at all
I only hope that time will find
A way to work things out
And we will be together
In the life we dream about
The life we dream about
And race through the valley
Like blood through the vein
Turning the lowland
From golden to green
To harvest forever
Our dreams of the San Joaquin
We'll harvest forever
In dreams of the San Joaquin
And race through the valley
Like blood through the vein
Turning the lowland
From golden to green
To harvest forever
Our dreams of the San Joaquin
And race through the valley
Like blood through the vein
Turning the lowland
From golden to green
To harvest forever
Our dreams of the San Joaquin
Writer(s): Randy Sharp, Jack Wesley Routh
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