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 goodbye

Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man

In nineteen and forty three

And with the sweat and his tears,

The rain and the years

He grew life from the soil and seed

Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields

But what will be my harvest now

Where every tear that falls on a memory

Feels like rain on the rusted plow

Rain on the rusted plow

And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime

Grandchildren running free

And the bales of hay at the end of the day

And the scarecrow that just scared me

Now the houses they grow like

Weeds in a flower bed

This morning the silo fell

Seems the only way a man

Can live off the land these days

Is to buy and sell

So I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields

But what will be my harvest now

Where every tear that falls on a memory

Feels like rain on the rusted plow

Rain on the rusted plow

Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen

Where as my grandmother sings

I can hear if I listen

Running down, running down

To the end of the world I loved

This will be my harvest now

And 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