Lyrics:

Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracleAnd fades from the Midwest SkyAnd the corn and the trees wave in the breezeAs if to say goodbyeOh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger manIn nineteen and forty threeAnd with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the yearsHe grew life from the soil and seedOh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fieldsBut what will be my harvest nowWhere every tear that falls on a memoryFeels like rain on the rusted plowRain on the rusted plowAnd these fields they dream of wheat in the summertimeGrandchildren running freeAnd the bales of hay at the end of the dayAnd the scarecrow that just scared meNow the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed[Dreaming Fields lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]This morning the silo fellSeems the only way a man can live off the land these daysIs to buy and sellSo I'm goin' down to the dreaming fieldsBut what will be my harvest nowWhere every tear that falls on a memoryFeels like rain on the rusted plowRain on the rusted plowLike the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchenWhere as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listenRunning down, running down to the end of the world I lovedThis will be my harvest nowAnd the sun rolls down, big as a miracleAnd fades in the Midwest skyAnd the corn and the trees wave in the breezeAs if to say goodbyeAs if to say goodbye