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Crescent, hear the bells ring again
But fields of wheat is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break

'Cause this is your land too

Big fields, wheat, corn, Kentucky hills
Detroit mills, backyard moonshine stills
People of every shade, they hustle to get

Claude's Girl

Marika Hackman

We Slept At Last

by nickel
But not bent beneath the coil
If you play her right, she'll sing through the night
With the whispering wheat in the fields

The flies

A prancing sheep in fields of wheat
It coats the fur in pollen
Begotten by those bees, please

You intellectual woman
Driving me insane
You're an intellectual

A thousand armies of sticks and stones
Are Coming from broken homes
Fields of wheat
Blistering heat
The innocence never dies
Kids in secondary role

country roads
That take me home

I’ll take the old roads

You can call me a romantic
But 1 always take this detour
It takes me across the fields
Of wheat

A country life is sweet
In moderate cold and heat
To walk in the air, how pleasant and fair
In ev'ry field of wheat
The fairest of flowers adorning

I am lost
Days gone
Looking for people approval

Lord, Mercy

You find me
Beggar of love
You ask me to rip
An hear in a field of wheat

Lord, Mercy

the workers pain 
I may never go away 

But my home is waiting 
My home is calling 
My home is ancient 
Fields of wheat 
For the harvest 

The harvest is plenty

the fields of wheat
She was in her sundress, I in my suit and tie

"Where are we going?" I asked her
She said, "Wherever the road takes us" 
And that moment,

if only you were real, you'd be made of gold

Golden like the sun 
Golden like my arms, lost in the fields of wheat 
Golden like the rings that

Fields of wheat and rows of cotton
double wide on the side of dirt road forgotten
Summer heat and winter floods
Well good luck if you ever get stuck

turning up the heat
You're gonna get burnt if you don't get yourself off your seat
We're in our prime so we're gonna run through the fields of wheat
Been

Now on the way to work I drive past a field of wheat
And when the stalks are low sometimes I stop in the street
Because there's only one tree there

a mower through a field of wheat
Persevere with patience and tranquility.
He preys in churches like a wolf among a flock of sheep
Wish him happiness, then

a roller coaster
Going up and down
She moved away for college
But I'm stuck in our hometown
But her green eyes are shining
Like a golden field of wheat

a field of wheat
where the grass is always growing

The sky is one giant jet stream
I don't know which way the wind is blowing

I like the breeze
it's easy

through those fields of wheat
In summer time! It's British summer time!
Forget fried eggs on bonnet
We're toasting tea-cakes on the lawn, it's
British

From the city of Chicago
To the sweet Missouri plains
As I ride into the sunset
Fields of wheat ablaze
Hours are lost
But somehow my thoughts
Take me

time
And now I've got to face my time
Rushing through time
Though seasons never yield
And I've been living thirties
Bells start to chime
When wheat grows

and bone

See the lady walking with her children at her feet
Thru the city traffic the back country fields of wheat
Here today tomorrow they'll be gone

Laying under an apple tree
Among golden fields of wheat
When suddenly, she came to me
Out of the corner of my eye

She was a fox, loose

dry was more comfortable

It's the way that we move in a field of wheat
Yeah, we feel like we've got wings on our feet

It's the last burst of laughter

outside on the low hillside
The wind is blowing through the fields of wheat
It's so much bigger than a rearview mirror
The whole family's in town, it's