Trisha Yearwood - The dreaming fields

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Oh, 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 goodbye^C

Oh, my grandfather stood right ^Amhere as a younger man In ^Fnineteen and ^Cforty-thr^Fee 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 n^Fow 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 n^Fow 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 ^Gwor^Fld_^C___ ^F This will be my ^Charvest n^Fow

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When 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 goodbye^C As if to say good^Fbye ^{C F C}