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