Sunrise in the rearview
Falling down before
Go west young man it's something
You never done before

Morning fog out on the meadow
Corn at four foot high
And every fountain of my youth
Is just a well gone dry

Now is the time of collection
Now is the season undone
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer
By your sun

Pretty like a well worn bible
Pretty's just a word she's
Golden to the sun in September
She's golden to the sun

And it seems like I remember
Her hair was long and brown
And sometime she put on lipstick
When we went into town

And Iowa in Springtime
Throws shadows on the ground
Follows the railways down 
And I'd follow you down to water
Just to see you wet your hair
I'd buy for you all the ocean
All its glories you would wear
And I'd follow you into the blue sky
Just to see your angels shine
I'd buy for you all that wild blue and yonder
Just to make you mine

Sunrise in the rearview
Falling down before
Go west young man it's something
You never done before

There's new mown hay at the roadside
And straw bales piled up
They'll be dry by mid-September
So will I with any luck

Now is the time of collection
Now is the season undone
Now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer
By your sun
By your sun