Back to the land, we must all lend a hand.
To the farms and the fields we must go.
There’s a job to be done,
Though we can’t fire a gun
We can still do our bit with the hoe…
Back to the land, with its clay and its sand,
Its granite and gravel and grit,
You grow barley and wheat
And potatoes to eat
To make sure that the nation keeps fit…
We will tell you once more
You can help win the war
If you come with us – back to the land