Lonely Fields

Carrying the corn in a bag, shiny day
How I love this spot
Those Saturdays out there in the fields
With my daddy's scent

On our way home, two on the road
Bags are all full, the crows are loud
Oh, how I do miss those sunny days
And the bull birds roar

Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do
Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do

Laying in bed, hearing the cornfield crows
Like a child would cry
Open the window and see them go
Like a spirit deep in the night

On my way out, following the light
So late at night, a sign of life
I'm feeling well now as I stroll
And I wear a smile

Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do
Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do

Back to the sunny day
I'll be doing so fine
So clear is the silhouette
Reaching out in the night
Holding on to his soul
"Father, please, don't you go"
Together we pick the corn
Said, "Dad, I'm coming home"

Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do
Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do

Better believe it
Now I can see it
And I surrender
The crow on the window
Those lonely fields in the night
Father, oh, what we'd do
Oh, what we'd do
And the world goes on
I'm coming home with you
And it goes on
With you
And the world goes on
I'm coming home with you