Acres Of Corn

When I was a child, I spoke as a child

Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild

I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris

But I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me

But dreams are just things that keep in a jar

You bury your dreams or you wish on a star

For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born

Away from these hard times and the acres of corn

Every now and again I take a small drink

From the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink

And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown

And I waltz through these cornfields 'til I fall to the ground

But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk

'til the men are out workin' or you've gone a bit drunk

Then you unlock your dreams, but they're tattered and worn

So you stare out the window at the acres of corn

Dreams are just things that keep in a jar

You bury your dreams or you wish on a star

For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born

Away from these hard times and the acres of corn

When I was a child, I spoke as a child

Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild

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