One, two, three, four

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
But a man in need of work's an all too common sight to see

Each morning as the trucks roll in the lucky few climb on
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
My spirit starts to fall
As night comes like a blanket that brings no sleep at all

Only hope that time will find a way to work things out
That we may be together in this life we dream about
This life we dream about

They say the sierras (dicen que la sierra)
Melt with the rain (con la lluvia)
And race through the valley (y corre por el valle)
Like blood through the vein (como la sangre)
Turning the lowland (cambia la sierras)
From golden to green (dorado al verde)
To harvest forever
Our dreams of the San Joaquin (los sueños de San Joaquín)

We'll harvest forever (to harvest forever)
In dreams of the San Joaquin