歌手:Kenny Rogers
专辑:《You Can't Make Old Friends》

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
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
We will be together
In the life we dream about
The life we dream about
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
We'll harvest forever in dreams of the San Joaquin
Dicen que las Sierras
Se derriten con la lluvia
Y corre por el valle
Como la sangre por la vena
Cambiando la tierra
De oro a verde
Cosechando para siempre
Nuestros sueños de San Joaquín