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