Johnny was a child 
When the wheels of progress came 
And slowed things down again -- 

Oh, when the wheat was high 
And a big moon sailed in a rolling sky 
And the stars came down so close 
You could touch them just like rings 
And you felt so happy-sad 
It all seemed part of the same thing 
Oh, when the days ran wild 
And he was a child 

And later on when the tractors came 
And made light work, that would have taken days 
So with nothing else to do 
We just turned the days to rain 
It would take an endless chain of circumstance 
To get up and start again 

Oh, when the tractors came 
The the field of grain. 
Johnny, now those days have ended 
There's no more time on our side 
They say, in a little while 
It will all take on a new light. 


Submitted by Michael Hack