There's no more common people with no more fields to sow

City ways have swallowed country days and if I'd reep seeds won't grow

The bubbling brook that used to yield it's treasure just for me

As long since dry but will stay alive on my page of memories

City lights change the nights country's gone

The trees that children climb today are made of iron and steel

Golden grain knows no summer rain when it falls or asks for fields

Girl next door went to Baltimore and waits with empty arms

While big machines cut through hills of green run by boys who've left the farm

Traffic signs store bought rhymes country's gone

Fishing poles and mixing post hang dusty by the door

And that long train from the by gone day doesn't pass near anymore

Trees for sale through the mail country's gone