Letras
In the morning when the air is cold
I like to go out a-walkin' down the road
Where the sun and the sky reach above the pines
And the old weeping willow is bent down cryin'
The empty open fields stretch so wide, far and clear
Red-winged blackbird on the hydro line
Singin' a sweet honeyed tune to pass the time
As the grass and the leaves bathe in the breeze
Thick hummin' of cicadas ringin' through the trees
It echoes all around and then it soaks into the ground
And I'm home
Yes, I'm home
In the evening when the moonlight gleams
I like to listen to the murmur of the streams
Where the air sits crisp in the stillness of the night
And the chimin' of the crickets rings so clear and bright
The beauty of the stars in the endless azure sky
And I'm home
Yes, I'm home
In the morning when the air is cold
I like to go out a-walkin' down the road
Where the sun and the sky reach above the pines
And the old weeping willow is bent down cryin'
The empty open fields stretch so wide, far and clear
I said the empty open fields stretch so wide, far and clear