by Tamara
(Sydney)
My grandfather passed away yesterday morning. When I heard this song, it reminded me of summer holidays in a country town with my grandparents, so I am going to play this song at his funeral.
My beloved grandmother passed away before I was old enough to have a say about what songs were played at her funeral, but I think this song would have also been suitable for her funeral.
Lyrics
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 an younger man in 19 an’ 43
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 a rusty plow, rain on the rusty plow
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summer time
Grandchildren 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 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 a rusty plow, rain on the rusty plow
Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
Running down, running down to the end of the world I love
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
Comments
its a very sad song l llllllllooooovvvveeee it Trisha I know what it is like too lose someone you love. |