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