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Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle |
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And fades from the Midwest sky |
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And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze |
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As if to say goodbye |
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Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man |
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In nineteen and forty three |
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And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years |
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He grew life from the soil and seed, oh |
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I'm going down to the dreaming fields |
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But what will be my harvest now |
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Where every tear that falls on a memory |
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Feels like rain on the rusted plow, rain on the rusted plow |
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And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime |
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Grandchildren running free |
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And the bales of hay at the end of the day |
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And the scarecrow that just scared me |
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Now the houses, they grow like weeds in a flower bed |
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This morning the silo fell |
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Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days |
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Is to buy and sell, so |
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I'm going down to the dreaming fields |
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But what will be my harvest now |
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Where every tear that falls on a memory |
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Feels like rain on the rusted plow, rain on the rusted plow |
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Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen |
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Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen |
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Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved |
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This will be my harvest now |
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And the sun rolls down, big as miracle |
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And fades in the Midwest sky |
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And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze |
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As if to say goodbye, as if to say goodbye |