Making Hay (Farmer Helping Farmer)

Written and composed 1986 by Dan Eumurian, at the suggestion of John Pauley, creator of the T-shirt “The Family Farm: Endangered Species.” That summer, nine southeastern states experienced a severe drought. Reportedly, one farmer looked at his fields and barns full of hay and said, “I don’t need all that hay.” He called down South, rented a semi, and drove. The rest is history.

Making Hay (Farmer Helping Farmer)

It was brother fighting brother, it tore apart our land.
Each one thought the other did not understand.
Six score and five years later, a new war came about:
It was farmer helping farmer; the enemy was drought.

A civil war started today.
An attack against a need was launched across the USA.
The colors didn’t matter–black and white, or blue and gray.
They’re making no distinctions; they’re just making hay.

A regiment of tractors mowed rich alfalfa down.
In the Northern states the sun preserved; in the South it parched the ground.
In humble supplication, the needy farmers prayed.
When relief came from the heavens, it began with bales of hay. (to REFRAIN 1)

The Lord had given bounty, plenty and to spare.
He allowed the need to happen and showed us how to share.
When the trains and planes and trucks invaded, not a shot was fired.
The volunteers provided what brotherhood required.

A civil war started today.
An attack against a need was launched across the USA.
The colors didn’t matter–black and white, or blue and gray.
They’re making no distinctions; they’re just making hay.
It was people helping people; they’re just making hay.

Copyright (c) 1986, Dan Eumurian/Come Thru Music Co., BMI.
On “Farm Country” CD. Contact:    h o p e 4 you (at) c e n t u r y t e l . n e t

Everything He Touches Turns to Love

Everything He Touches Turns to Love
Words and music by Dan Eumurian

He formed us with his mighty hands,
Gentle hands, so many years ago.
He made us to be friends of his,
Governors in his kingdom here below.

There was no shame or anger there, and no reason to be bored,
For new discoveries helped uncover the glory of the Lord.

The work and play and humanness
Made the earth like heaven above,
‘Cause everything he touches turns to love.

But the people soon rejected God,
Following an illusionary gleam.
They lost their close relationships,
And the solitude was a nightmare, not a dream.

He took them from the tree of life so their sin would not live on,
And now we suffer and try to recover a part of what has gone.

But with the pain, the promise came
Of a Liberator strong.
The touch of God can right the deepest wrong.

Then one day at the proper time,
The Promised One, the Savior came to earth.
His life and death and resurrection rescued us
And informed us of our worth.

He is the lifting of the curse, the undoing of the Fall.
In him, forgiveness and life eternal are offered now to all.

So let him cleanse and fill you now;
For his hand you be the glove,
‘Cause everything he touches turns to love.

‘Cause every day he touches, and every life he touches,
And everything he touches turns to love.

Copyright © 1981, Dan Eumurian, dba Come Thru Music Co., BMI, on “Seek Peace” album
1634 Barlow St., La Crosse, WI 54601

Fast Track Railroad

Fast Track Railroad
June 3, 2015

Here are the lyrics to an original song about an important piece of legislation being rammed thru Congress without, IMO, adequate debate. Please read, comment, and share if you like. My email address is below.

Fast Track Railroad

It happens with trade agreements pretty frequently:
Corporations win, workers lose, we’re no longer free.
And now the Trans-Pacific Partnership—the TPP.

We have to compete with China in the Pacific Zone.
Fair trade is great! Free trade can cut us to the bone.
We can work together without betraying our own.

Fast Track Railroad comin’ down the track.
Jobs for Americans never coming back.

This train wreck has been in the works since 2008.
So why hasn’t there been an open debate?
Must be ’cause there’s disaster in this load of freight.

Some want to railroad it thru Congress on the fast track;
Little discussion, no amendments, hidin’ the facts;
Not just economic, but social impact.

Fast Track Railroad comin’ down the track.
Jobs for Americans never coming back.

George W said, “Dictatorship would be fine.”
Obama too seems to be sayin’, “The power is mine.”
We need transparency more than that Wall Street line.

We’re giving away the keys to the house, the deed to the farm.
We’re giving away the keys to the house, the deed to the farm.
We won’t know what hit us till the horses are out of the barn.

Fast Track Railroad comin’ down the track.
Jobs for Americans never coming back. (Repeat)

Words and music by Dan Eumurian
© 2015, Come Thru Music Co., BMI
hope4you (at)
See forthcoming collection “Songs of Our Nation, Songs of Our World,”
by Dan Eumurian


I don’t have to be a nobody,
Just struggling to become,
Spending all my energy
And getting nothing done,

For what I am is beautiful–
To some if not to all,
And if I show it, they will know
The joy to which we’re called.

I don’t have to be a somebody,
Concerned about myself,
All decked out in my achievements,
Sitting proudly on the shelf,

For I am just a servant,
Though I do more than the rest,
And I’m here to serve a master
Who is worthy of the best.

My life does not consist
In either liberty or rules,
For all those things are relative–
They have their place as tools.

But faith is most important,
As it works thru selfless love,
For that is where the power’s found
To make the mountains move.

In righteousness I have a part,
In heaven I’ve a share.
The Spirit is the guarantee
That one day I’ll be there.

Christ Jesus has provided
For my true identity.
His slave of love, I’m nobody,
I’m somebody,
I’m free.

By Dan Eumurian
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Farm Country

I was born and raised in the “farm country” of western Wisconsin. In 1978 I was hired as a researcher-interviewer for the Kickapoo Valley Association History Project, and was assigned to write on the history of agriculture in the valley from 1840 to 1940. The family farm crisis was in full swing at the time. I attended a La Crosse Peace and Jobs Coalition workshop, joined the Wisconsin Farm Unity Alliance, and began writing farm songs. “I Love My Tractor” highlighted the hypocrisy of government aid going to corporate megafarms while worthy family farms went out of business. “Farmbo,” inspired by Story City, Iowa artist Rodney Bohner, compared the family farmer to the prisoner of war abandoned by his country. “Hot Potato” talked about sharing food resources. “Junior Mind Your Manners” and “Yo-Yo” addressed the twin problems of the flight to the suburbs and gentrification. “Making Hay (Farmer Helping Farmer)” honored the participants in the Great Haylift of 1986. On a lighter note, “Wisconsin Cheddar Moon” asserted, in Dixieland style, that the moon is made of Wisconsin cheese. The CD includes a total of 20 songs, performed by over 30 Wisconsin musicians. It’s available for $12 plus $3 shipping and handling from Come Thru Music Co., BMI, 1634 Barlow St., La Crosse, WI 54601.

God Who Created My Cat

God Who Created My Cat
By Dan Eumurian

God who created my cat,
Let me hunger for your Word,
Let me long for your lap.

Let me thirst for your Spirit
As an alley cat laps expectantly at a faucet.

Let me yearn for heaven
As she gazes from chair back, window sill, bedspread, tower and screen door
At the homeland of her freedom.

Let me wear with joy
The license of belonging you purchased for me,
Knowing that my name is written securely
In the holy city hall.

May I squeeze out my sin and let out my impurities
In the litter box of your mercy.

May I squeal and jump away from spiritual danger
And wait, eyes, ears and tail alert
To pounce on spiritual opportunity.

May I grow fat in spirit,
Even as I retain the delight of my kittiness.

May my antics, vitality, and independence bring you joy.

Let me seek more and more and more
Of the loving stroke of your hand.

Let me scare away mice
And attract neighbors and friends.

Let me jump incredible distances and sink my claws
To get close to you.

O God, who saved me from the alley of misery and destructiveness,
Teach me to play richly with my fellow pets
As we race around.

May I be contented at home in your house
Until I tread on your bed,
And curl up behind your knees.

© 2014, Dan Eumurian, dba Come Thru Music Co., BMI
1634 Barlow St., La Crosse, WI 54601
CD info and blog at

Pilgrim’s Song, by Count A. Tolstoi & P. I. Tschaikowsky

(English version by Paul England) “My blessing fall on this fair world, On mountain, valley, forest, ocean, The clarion winds in ceaseless motion, And heav’n’s blue banner high unfurl’d. And blest the staff that hither bore me, The alms that help’d me on my way, The boundless plain that lies before me, The glowing morn, the evening grey! The very path by which I wander Shows glorious, golden, bath’d in light. No blade of grass that glistens yonder But seems a star from Heaven’s height! Oh! might I in my exultation To all the world this joy impart! Would I might clasp the whole creation , Lovers or strangers, foes or brothers, Would I might clasp them, the whole creation, With fervent rapture to my heart! (Copyright, 1899, by Wlllcocks & Co., Ltd. Public domain) My high school choir director, Pat Swinghamer, introduced me to this great song back in the 1960s.


In 1884, Edwin A. Abbott published a delightful social commentary entitled _Flatland: A romance of many dimensions_, based on the world of geometry. In this world, women are points and men are line segments, or if they are of higher class, polygons–triangles, squares, pentagons, etc. The highest class are the circles. One day the high class men are having a convention. The doors are locked and protected. Suddenly a point appears in the middle of the room. The leaders exclaim, “How did a woman get in here?” The point becomes a small circle, then a larger circle, then smaller, then a point again, and it disappears. Can you guess what has happened? A sphere has passed thru Flatland. We 21st century geniuses think we have everything figured out. Could it be that there is a dimension that can see us and affect our lives, but which we can’t calculate, measure and control? Email me at hope (the number four) at and tell me what you think, especially if you’ve read the book.