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Dreaming Fields

Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle

And fades from the Midwest sky

And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

As if to say goodbyeOh my grandfather stood right here

As an younger man in 19 an' 43

And with his sweat and his tears, the rain and the years

He grew life from a solemn seedOh, I'm going down to the dreaming fields

But what will be my harvest now?

Where every tear that falls on a memory feels

Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plowAnd these fields they dream of wheat in the summer time

Grand children running free

And the bails of hay at the end of the day

And the scare crow that just scared meNow the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed

This morning the [Incomprehensible]

Seems the only way a man can live off a land

These days is to buy and sellSo I'm going down to the dreaming fields

But what will be my harvest now?

Where every tear that falls on a memory feels

Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plowLike the rain on a roof on a porch by the kitchen

Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen

Running down, running down to the end of the water low

This will be my harvest nowAnd the sun rolls down big as a miracle

And fades from the Midwest sky

And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

As if to say goodbye

As if to say goodbye

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