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