C F [G] C Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle

^FAnd fades from the Midwest Sky And the ^Ccorn and the ^Ftrees ^Gwave in the ^Cbreeze As ^Fif to say ^Cgoodbye C F [G] C Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man ^FIn nineteen and forty three And with the ^Csweat and his ^Ftears, the ^Grain and the ^Cyears He grew ^Flife from the ^Gsoil and ^Cseed

Oh I'm ^Cgoin' ^Gdown to the ^Fdreaming fields But what will ^Cbe my ^Fharvest now Where every ^Gtear that ^Cfalls on a ^Fmemory feels Like ^Frain on the rusted plow Rain on the rusted ^Cplow

C F [G] C And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime

^FGrandchildren running free And the ^Cbales of ^Fhay at the ^Gend of the ^Cday And the s^Fcarecrow that just scared ^Cme

C F [G] C Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed

This ^Fmorning the silo ^Cfell Seems the ^Conly way a^F man can ^Glive off the ^Cland these ^Fdays [G] C Is to buy and sell

Oh I'm ^Cgoin' ^Gdown to the ^Fdreaming fields But what will ^Cbe my ^Fharvest now Where every ^Gtear that ^Cfalls on a ^Fmemory feels Like ^Frain on the rusted plow Rain on the rusted ^Cplow

Like the ^Frain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen ^G Where as my ^Fgrandmother sings, I can hear if I listen ^G F [G] C Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved

This will be my harvest now C F [G] C And the sun rolls down, big as a miracle

And ^Ffades in the Midwest sky And the ^Ccorn and the ^Ftrees ^Gwave in the ^Cbreeze As ^Fif to say good^Gbye As ^Fif to say good^Cbye

^G means the G is optional

Trisha Yearwood - Dreaming feilds