Trisha Yearwood - Dreaming Fields lyrics

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Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle<br>

And fades from the Midwest sky<br>

And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze<br>

As if to say goodbye<br>

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Oh my grandfather stood right here<br>

As an younger man in 19 an' 43<br>

And with his sweat and his tears, the rain and the years<br>

He grew life from a solemn seed<br>

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Oh, I'm going down to the dreaming fields<br>

But what will be my harvest now?<br>

Where every tear that falls on a memory feels<br>

Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow<br>

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And these fields they dream of wheat in the summer time<br>

Grand children running free<br>

And the bails of hay at the end of the day<br>

And the scare crow that just scared me<br>

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Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed<br>

This morning the ...<br>

Seems the only way a man can live off a land<br>

These days is to buy and sell<br>

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So I'm going down to the dreaming fields<br>

But what will be my harvest now?<br>

Where every tear that falls on a memory feels<br>

Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow<br>

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Like the rain on a roof on a porch by the kitchen<br>

Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen<br>

Running down, running down to the end of the water low<br>

This will be my harvest now<br>

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And the sun rolls down big as a miracle<br>

And fades from the Midwest sky<br>

And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze<br>

As if to say goodbye<br>

As if to say goodbye<br>

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