Walkin' Down the Road

In the morning, when the air is cold I like to go out, walkin' down the road Where the sun and the sky reach above the pines And the old weeping willow is bent down crying And the empty open fields stretch so wide, far and clear Red-winged blackbird, on the hydro lines Singing a sweet honeyed tune to pass the time As the grass and the leaves bathe in the breeze Thick humming of cicadas ringing through the trees It echoes all around and then it soaks into the ground And I'm home Yes, I'm home In the evening, when the moonlight gleams I like to listen to the murmur of the streams Where the air sits crisp in the stillness of the night And the chiming of the crickets rings so clear and bright The beauty of the stars in the endless azure sky And I'm home Yes, I'm home In the morning, when the air is cold I like to go out, walkin' down the road Where the sun and the sky reach above the pines And the old weeping willow is bent down crying And the empty open fields stretch so wide, far and clear I said the empty open fields stretch so wide, far and clear