Verse 1

Oksana rose early, tied her hair back tight,

Pulled weeds from the rows till the beds looked right.

Turned the whole plot over, cleared every patch,

Then tied up the geranium, careful and fast.

Chorus

You did the work, you made it your own,

Every seed bed straight, every corner shown.

Hold your head high, let the good day stand—

Oksana built it with her own two hands.

Verse 2

She cleaned out the shed, hauled the old things away,

Left the yard in order at the close of the day.

Then Iana came by with a cold beer to share,

Rolled up her sleeves and got right in there.

Chorus

You did the work, you made it your own,