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