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