Dreaming Fields
Trisha Yearwood"Dreaming Fields" is a song by Trisha Yearwood, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:51 long and contains 35 lines and 276 words.
Lyrics
0:19Oh the sun rolls down big as a miracle
0:25And fades from the Midwest Sky
0:30And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
0:35As if to say goodbye
0:40Oh my grandfather stood right here as a younger man
0:46In nineteen and forty three
0:51And with the sweat and his tears the rain and the years
0:56He grew life from the soil and seed
1:02Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
1:08But what will be my harvest now
1:13Where every tear that falls on a memory
1:18Feels like rain on the rusted plow
1:25Rain on the rusted plow
1:32And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
1:38Grandchildren running free
1:43And the bales of hay at the end of the day
1:48And the scarecrow that just scared me
1:53Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed
2:00This morning the silo fell
2:05Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days
2:12Is to buy and sell
2:16So I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
2:22But what will be my harvest now
2:27Where every tear that falls on a memory
2:32Feels like rain on the rusted plow
2:39Rain on the rusted plow
2:43Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
2:49Where as my grandmother sings I can hear if I listen
2:54Running down running down to the end of the world I loved
3:04This will be my harvest now
3:26And the sun rolls down big as a miracle
3:33And fades in the Midwest sky
3:38And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
3:44As if to say goodbye
3:51As if to say goodbye
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 in the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbye As if to say goodbye
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