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