Letras
I was born on a farm in southeast Missouri
The place where my parents both were raised
At night when I sleep, I dream of the lowlands
And the long fields of cotton of my dear childhood days
Who can still remember
Who smells the new-mown hay
And the wide fields of September
Of my dear childhood days
We moved from the farm to a town in the bootheel
I can still see the barn through evening's haze
The fireflies would blink their song in the darkness
Bringing me dreams in my dear childhood days
Who can still remember
Who smells the new-mown hay
And the wide fields of September
Of my dear childhood days
The farms have all gone to blacktop and houses
To paved-over dreams where no child plays
But do what you will, I refuse to surrender
My memories of home and my dear childhood days
Who can still remember
Who smells the new-mown hay
And the wide fields of September
Of my dear childhood days