Letra de Dreaming Fields
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbyeOh, my grandfather stood right here As a younger man in 1943 And with his sweat and his tears, the rain, and the years He grew life from a solemn seedOh, I'm going down to the dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now? Where every tear that falls on a memory feels Like rain on a rusted plow Rain on a rusted plowAnd these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime Grandchildren running free And the bails of hay at the end of the day And the scarecrow that just scared meNow the houses, they grow like weeds in a flower bed This morning the silo fell Seems the only way a man can live off a land These days is to buy and sellSo I'm going down to the dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now? Where every tear that falls on a memory feels Like rain on a rusted plow Rain on a rusted plowLike the rain on a roof, on a porch by the kitchen Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen Running down, running down to the end of the water low This will be my harvest nowAnd the sun rolls down, big as a miracle And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbyeAs if to say goodbye