The Dreaming Fields
Artist：trisha yearwood
Songs Title：the 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 goodbye
Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man
In nineteen and forty three
And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life from the soil and seed.
Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
But what will be my harvest now
Where every tear that falls on a memory
Feels like rain on the rusted plow
Rain on the rusted plow.
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren running free
And the bales of hay at the end of the day
And the scarecrow that just scared me.
Now the houses they grow like ****s in a flower bed
This morning the silo fell
Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days
Is to buy and sell.
So I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
But what will be my harvest now
Where every tear that falls on a memory
Feels like rain on the rusted plow
Rain on the rusted plow.
Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
Where as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved
This will be my harvest now.
And the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
And fades in the Midwest sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye.
As if to say goodbye...
The Dreaming FieldsLRC歌词
[00:01.83]Artist：trisha yearwood
[00:03.51]Songs Title：the dreaming fields
[00:08.63]
[00:19.49]Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
[00:25.67]And fades from the Midwest Sky
[00:30.23]And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
[00:35.71]As if to say goodbye
[00:38.27]
[00:40.82]Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man
[00:46.93]In nineteen and forty three
[00:51.36]And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
[00:56.98]He grew life from the soil and seed.
[01:02.16]Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
[01:08.20]But what will be my harvest now
[01:13.38]Where every tear that falls on a memory
[01:18.82]Feels like rain on the rusted plow
[01:25.62]Rain on the rusted plow.
[01:31.36]
[01:32.67]And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
[01:38.97]Grandchildren running free
[01:43.09]And the bales of hay at the end of the day
[01:48.65]And the scarecrow that just scared me.
[01:53.69]Now the houses they grow like ****s in a flower bed
[02:00.82]This morning the silo fell
[02:05.31]Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days
[02:12.48]Is to buy and sell.
[02:16.10]So I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
[02:22.40]But what will be my harvest now
[02:27.33]Where every tear that falls on a memory
[02:32.70]Feels like rain on the rusted plow
[02:39.32]Rain on the rusted plow.
[02:43.87]Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
[02:49.43]Where as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
[02:54.35]Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved
[03:04.08]This will be my harvest now.
[03:16.07]
[03:26.68]And the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
[03:33.67]And fades in the Midwest sky
[03:38.59]And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
[03:44.47]As if to say goodbye.
[03:51.02]As if to say goodbye...
[03:55.25]
