Dreaming Fields
Trisha Yearwood Lyrics

Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
The singer is describing the sunset as a grand and miraculous event.

And fades from the Midwest sky
The singer notes how the sunset disappears from the Midwestern landscape.

And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
The singer observes the movement of the corn and trees swaying in the wind.

As if to say goodbye
The artist personifies these natural elements, suggesting they are bidding farewell to the day.

Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man
The artist is reminiscing about her grandfather and his connection to this landscape.

In Nineteen and forty three
The singer notes the specific year her grandfather was there, likely indicating significance.

And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
The singer lists the elements that contributed to her grandfather's efforts as a farmer.

He grew life from the soil and seed
The artist describes her grandfather's successful farming endeavors.

I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
The artist refers to returning to the place of her memories and imagination.

But what will be my harvest now
The artist is uncertain of what her future holds, including whether her efforts will be successful.

Where every tear that falls on a memory
The singer connects emotions to memories and experiences.

Feels like rain on the rusted plow
The artist uses rain as a metaphor for how emotions can impact and alter current circumstances.

And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
The singer believes the fields themselves have thoughts and desires.

Grandchildren running free
The singer describes a specific vision of future happiness and freedom.

And the bales of hay at the end of the day
The singer references a part of the farming process and its resulting product.

And the scarecrow that just scared me
The artist suggests a humorous moment involving a common farming item.

Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed
The artist observes the growth and spread of housing in the area.

This morning the silo fell
The singer references a specific event that disrupts the farming landscape.

Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days
The singer remarks on how difficult it can be to survive solely on farming practices.

Is to buy and sell
The artist suggests a shift to commercial and monetary practices for survival.

Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
The artist describes a vivid sensory memory of rainfall.

Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
The artist is reminded of her grandmother's presence and connection to the home.

Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved
The singer feels a sense of loss and sorrow for the changing world.

This will be my harvest now
The artist accepts the emotions and memories as her current harvest.

As if to say goodbye
The singer concludes the song with a repetition of the earlier personification of nature and the passing of time.