The Fields of Home

[Verse] Under the wide, open sky so clear, Where the corn grows tall all through the year, I remember nights on my grandpa's farm, With my old guitar held in my arms. [Verse 2] Mama’s voice singing low and sweet, As the wind whispered through golden wheat, I’d watch the stars and dream so high, Out in the fields, time drifting by. [Chorus] Take me back to the fields of home, Where my heart learned to roam, In the land of simple grace, I found my place. [Verse 3] Daddy’s hands rough from working hard, But his gentle smile left me charmed, He’d tell me tales of times long gone, As we sang old songs till the dawn. [Verse 4] Grandma’s kitchen smelling so divine, Pies on the windowsill by design, We’d gather 'round when supper's done, In those moments, we were one. [Chorus] Take me back to the fields of home, Where my heart learned to roam, In the land of simple grace, I found my place.