Johnny was a child 

When the wheels of progress came 

And slowed things down again -- 



Oh, when the wheat was high 

And a big moon sailed in a rolling sky 

And the stars came down so close 

You could touch them just like rings 

And you felt so happy-sad 

It all seemed part of the same thing 

Oh, when the days ran wild 

And he was a child 



And later on when the tractors came 

And made light work, that would have taken days 

So with nothing else to do 

We just turned the days to rain 

It would take an endless chain of circumstance 

To get up and start again 



Oh, when the tractors came 

The the field of grain. 

Johnny, now those days have ended 

There's no more time on our side 

They say, in a little while 

It will all take on a new light. 





Submitted by Michael Hack