Trisha Yearwood - The Dreaming Fields
INTRO: C Am C F C F
N.C. C Am
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
F C F
And fades from the Midwest sky
C
And the corn and the trees
Am C
Wave in the breeze
F G C
As if to say goodbye
Am
Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man
F C F
In nineteen and forty-three
C
And with the sweat and his tears
Am C
The rain and the years
F G C
He grew life from the soil and seed
CHORUS:
F C Am F
Oh, I'm going down to the dreaming fields
C F
But what will be my harvest now
Am Em F Dm
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
F G C
Like rain on a rusted plough
F G C
Rain on a rusted plough
Am F
And these fields, they dream of wheat in the summertime
C F
Grandchildren running free
C
And the bales of hay
Am C
At the end of the day
F G C
And the scarecrow that just scared me
Am
Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed
F C F
This morning the silo fell
C
Seems the only way a man
Am C
Can live off the land
F G C
These days, is to buy and sell
CHORUS:
F C Am F
So, I'm going down to the dreaming fields
C F
But what will be my harvest now
Am Em F Dm
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
F G F
Like rain on a rusted plough
G F
Rain on a rusted plough
BRIDGE:
Am Em F
Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
Am Em F
Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
Am Em F G F C F
Running down, running down to the end of the world____
C F
This will be my harvest now
INSTRUMENTAL: Am Em C F C F G F
N.C. C Am
When the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
F C F
And fades from the Midwest sky
C
And the corn and the trees
Am C
Wave in the breeze
F G C
As if to say goodbye
F C F C
As if to say goodbye