through the field of corn,
to the road that goes to the
and over the mountain to you
Summer and fall I answer the call
Winter and spring I make my way
that runs through the field of corn
to the town where I was born
Onto the highway and down in the valley
and over the mountain to you
There's a path that leads
through the field of corn
To the road that goes to the
Onto the highway and down in the valley
and over the mountain to me
Summer and fall you answer the call
that runs through the field of corn
To the road that goes to the
Onto the highway and down in the valley
and over the mountain to me
There's a path that leads
through the field of corn
to the town where I was born
And over the mountain to you
Summer and fall, you answer the call
Winter and spring, I make my way
that runs through the field of corn
To the road that goes to the
over the mountain to you.
