| I close my eyes and listen
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| To hear the corn come out
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| Don’t you hear the stars they glisten
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| As we go in and out
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| Down where the trees grow together
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| And the western path comes to an end
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| See the sign it says clear weather
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| I’ll meet you tonight, my friend
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| Will the corn be growing a little tonight
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| As I wait in the fields for you
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| Who knows what grows in the morning light
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| When we can feel the watery dew
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| I just can’t be there with no other
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| I know those hills will be true
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| Away from my sister and brother
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| Down through the grasses so new
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| The air is sweet and steady
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| And flowers bloom out of sight
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| I know the sky is ready
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| Come meet me down here tonight
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| Will the corn be growing a little tonight
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| As I wait in the fields for you
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| Who knows what grows in the morning light
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| As we can feel the watery dew |