There's no more common people with no more fields to sow City ways have swallowed country days and if I'd reep seeds won't grow The bubbling brook that used to yield it's treasure just for me As long since dry but will stay alive on my page of memories City lights change the nights country's gone The trees that children climb today are made of iron and steel Golden grain knows no summer rain when it falls or asks for fields Girl next door went to Baltimore and waits with empty arms While big machines cut through hills of green run by boys who've left the farm Traffic signs store bought rhymes country's gone Fishing poles and mixing post hang dusty by the door And that long train from the by gone day doesn't pass near anymore Trees for sale through the mail country's gone