Dreaming Fields

Songs Title：the 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 ****s 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 in the Midwest sky

And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

As if to say goodbye.

As if to say goodbye...

[00:03.51]Songs Title：the dreaming fields

[00:08.63]

[00:19.49]Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle

[00:25.67]And fades from the Midwest Sky

[00:30.23]And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

[00:35.71]As if to say goodbye

[00:38.27]

[00:40.82]Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man

[00:46.93]In nineteen and forty three

[00:51.36]And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years

[00:56.98]He grew life from the soil and seed.

[01:02.16]Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields

[01:08.20]But what will be my harvest now

[01:13.38]Where every tear that falls on a memory

[01:18.82]Feels like rain on the rusted plow

[01:25.62]Rain on the rusted plow.

[01:31.36]

[01:32.67]And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime

[01:38.97]Grandchildren running free

[01:43.09]And the bales of hay at the end of the day

[01:48.65]And the scarecrow that just scared me.

[01:53.69]Now the houses they grow like ****s in a flower bed

[02:00.82]This morning the silo fell

[02:05.31]Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days

[02:12.48]Is to buy and sell.

[02:16.10]So I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields

[02:22.40]But what will be my harvest now

[02:27.33]Where every tear that falls on a memory

[02:32.70]Feels like rain on the rusted plow

[02:39.32]Rain on the rusted plow.

[02:43.87]Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen

[02:49.43]Where as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen

[02:54.35]Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved

[03:04.08]This will be my harvest now.

[03:16.07]

[03:26.68]And the sun rolls down, big as a miracle

[03:33.67]And fades in the Midwest sky

[03:38.59]And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

[03:44.47]As if to say goodbye.

[03:51.02]As if to say goodbye...

[03:55.25]