Running through the Corn

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running through the corn

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six years old I’m running through the corn
as leaves swat my face beneath a cloudless blue sky
the earth uneven beneath my feet
as I’m running through the corn

there’s a girl behind me running so fast
she’s taller, she catches up, she grabs me
we roll in the cool soil
and we squeal as we look at the bright sky
cut like an arc above our heads
she jumps up, her long braids following

and I’m running through the corn
I'm running through the corn
I'm running through the corn

the tops just above my head
chasing that girl I’ve known for twenty years
her cotton dress dancing across the soil
I can’t catch up. I can’t catch up

and I’m running through the corn, I’m running through the corn
as she swings to face me, her face a symphony
her long hair swinging wildly
she laughs
she throws her head back as I lift her gently
her arms around me, the sky above
we swing in a circle
lost in the moment of destiny
we grow together, we grow together

and I’m running through the corn
I'm running through the corn
I'm running through the corn

a tassel and an ear
she walks up to me
as I we’re working in the field, we’re working in the field
her short hair brushing across her cheek she says
it’s gunna be a cold one, just feel these shucks

and the scent of drying leaves speaks of fall so near
fall so near, fall so near
as our daughter runs up already 14
our daughter, our daughter
tall like her mother

I’m and I’m running through the corn
I'm running through the corn
I'm running through the corn

and I’m working in the field when hear my daughter cry
come quick dad, come quick dad
come quick dad, come quick dad
I’m working in the field
when hear my daughter cry
it’s mom, it’s mom
it’s mom

and I’m and I’m running through the corn
I'm running through the corn
I'm running through the corn

and I see myself just lying in the field
just lying in the field, I’m lying in the field
as my grandson runs up saying
pop its time to go
lets go, lets go

and the sky’s so blue
the field’s so bold
the bird’s so sure
the earth so rich and kind
pop it’s time to go

and I’m and I’m running through the corn
I'm running through the corn
I'm running through the corn

there’s a girl that’s running ahead of me
I soon catch up
she twirls and smiles
and says dear boy
you ain’t seen nothing yet.