Lyrics:

When I Was A Child, I Spoke As A Child
now I'm A Grown Woman But My Thoughts Are Still Wild
i Thought I'd Seen London Or Maybe Paris
but I'm Starin' At Cornfields And They're Starin' At Me

but Dreams Are Just Things That Keep In A Jar
you Bury Your Dreams Or You Wish On A Star
for An Ocean Line Ticket Back To Where You Were Born
away From These Hard Times And The Acres Of Corn

every Now And Again I Take A Small Drink
from The Blackberry Brandy Hidden Under The Sink
and I Pull Out That Steam Trunk And Put On My Gown
and I Waltz Through These Cornfields 'til I Fall To The Ground

but Dreams Are Just Things That You Keep In A Trunk
'til The Men Are Out Workin' Or You've Gone A Bit Drunk
then You Unlock Your Dreams, But They're Tattered And Worn
so You Stare Out The Window At The Acres Of Corn

dreams Are Just Things That Keep In A Jar
you Bury Your Dreams Or You Wish On A Star
for An Ocean Line Ticket Back To Where You Were Born
away From These Hard Times And The Acres Of Corn

when I Was A Child, I Spoke As A Child
now I'm A Grown Woman But My Thoughts Are Still Wild