Growing Tradition

Growing the fruits of your labor in Socorro county Around here they call it New Mexico true Down in Lemitar you can get the best of the best The warm days' and cool nights, the fields of green chile grew This crop has become known worldwide in places afar Dedicated day and night to it being a successful harvest Long hours and true love of this way of life they embrace The chile, beautiful and mature, it's the hot days' of August Sacks of burlap full to the top begin the journey across the state Crack of the burners, metal cylinders turn, roasted green chile fills the air This smell, it is nothing short of heaven on earth Our call to fame with a little New Mexico flare The season is short, late Autumn wind blows the dust off a cowboys boots The chile turns deep red now, the last of the season The ground is bare as I take one last look across the land The Zia on our flag gives me pride, that's my reason Why things happen, well who's to say Perhaps the fields will be green again someday A hurt in my heart, I lower my Stetson and walk away The fields belong to spirit now, looking in the distance I see the rain