| | Dreaming Fields Lyrics Artist(Band):Trisha Yearwood
And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbye Oh my grandfather stood right here As an younger man in 19 an' 43 And with his sweat and his tears, the rain and the years He grew life from a solemn seed Oh, 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 plow And these fields they dream of wheat in the summer time Grand children running free And the bails of hay at the end of the day And the scare crow that just scared me Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed This morning the ... Seems the only way a man can live off a land These days is to buy and sell So 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 plow Like 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 now And 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 goodbye As if to say goodbye If you find some error in Dreaming Fields Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Dreaming Fields The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Trisha Yearwood" Music | |
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