I remember way back when you and I were young and reckless riding chocobos through the field. Oh, how alive we'd feel! In the windmill, we'd hide the treasures that we'd found outside and nobody found them...
When our moms worked on the farm we would go and catch some oglops and we'd put them where they'd be seen. Oh, how our moms would scream! Then chase after us as we'd laugh hard and run away, but those days are gone now...
The queen's men came to town, wanted dolls for the crown. Moved our work to the underground and they took all our farmland down...
What are all these things? Gears and belts and springs? And machines we can't convey. Dumb production lines, sealing hats with twines, they take our life away.
Now our kids run wild and free and we're not even able to see them. We're always stuck below the earth and what is it all worth? To miss their lives for a little bit of extra pay, we don't even need it.
Let's bring back the charm of those days on the farm! Once again under the sun watching our kids laugh and have fun and play their tricks on us like we used to do!