Lyrics:
we’d be true to the letter
For better or worse she had captured my heart
Her hair was as fair as the wheat fields of autumn
Her eyes were as green
enough so now back to present found at the tops of rock walls where the spires climb so tall the wheat fields growing all to much importance of fate,
Theres a house that’s widely known
to everybody from my town
it’s in the middle of a wheat field
it’s rotten and rundown
and there’s still people
softer than a breeze
The silver gray of eiderdown, or the dappled green of trees
The amber of a wheat field, the hazel of a seed
The crystal of a raindrop,
I come from a land of wide open prairie
Blue skies and wheat fields of gold
They call 'em the flatlands, but to me it's the heartland
The best
Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears
Were numerous as wheat field's ears
Rolled over all
everyone
Lord we don't need another meadow
There are corn fields and wheat fields
Enough to grow
There are sun beams and moon beams
Enough to shine
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
sounding
This land was made for you and me
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
Burst into heaven
Kiss in the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can't stop coming down
Your shrunken head
Looking down on me above
your way
When you say something shocking
I get hazy wasting time
Hours go by and so
Like a grain of wheat in a field
I need time to grow
No one needs
womb, this train, glides through
Fields of wheat and fields of corn
Away I go to the sea
Never to return again
I'm ready to set my soul free
To the life
the USA marines
1918, USA intervene
Until now they were mainly observing
There in the wheat fields and a small piece of land
It's a battle that will
on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
The junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
lonesome, but I'm free
I see storm cloud, across the plains
With the window down, I can smell the rain
And those wheat fields, wavin' in the sun
Sing back
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