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OhC, the Csun rolls down, Ambig as a miracle
And Ffades from the CMidwest Fsky
And the Ccorn and the trees
AmWave in the Cbreeze
As Fif to Gsay goodbyeC
Oh, my grandfather stood right Amhere as a younger man
In Fnineteen and Cforty-thrFee
And with the Csweat and his tears
The Amrain and the Cyears
He grew Flife from the Gsoil and Cseed
Oh, I'm Fgoing Cdown to the Amdreaming Ffields
But what will be my Charvest nFow
Where every Amtear that Emfalls on a Fmemory Dmfeels
Like Frain on a Grusted Cplough
FRain on a Grusted Cplough
And these fields, they dream of Amwheat in the summertime F
Grandchildren Crunning Ffree
And the Cbales of hay
At the Amend of the Cday
And the Fscarecrow that Gjust scared Cme
Now the houses they grow like Amweeds in a flower bed
This Fmorning the Csilo Ffell
Seems the Conly way a man
Can Amlive off the Cland
These Fdays, is to Gbuy and Csell
So, I'm Fgoing Cdown to the Amdreaming Ffields
But what will be my Charvest nFow
Where every Amtear that Emfalls on a Fmemory Dmfeels
Like Frain on a Grusted Fplough
Rain on a Grusted Fplough
Like the Amrain on the Emroof on the Fporch by the kitchen
Where my Amgrandmother Emsings, I can Fhear if I listen
Running Amdown, running Emdown to the Fend of the GworFld_C___ F
This will be my Charvest nFow
AmEmCFCFGF
WhCen the Csun rolls down, Ambig as a miracle
And Ffades from the CMidwest Fsky
And the Ccorn and the trees
AmWave in the Cbreeze
As Fif to Gsay goodbyeC
As if to say goodFbye C F C
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