Summertime

IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIELD IN THE MIDDLE OF KANSAS
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER ON THE FORTH OF JULY
THE WHEAT WAS WAVING THE DAY WAS WAITING
THE STARS WERE FALLING AND THE WORLD WAS RIGHT
IT WAS SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING WAS EASIER BACK THEN
MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH
AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN
FROM THE PORCH OUT BACK CAME THE SOUND OF VOICES
THE HUM OF A FIDDLE, BOOTS ON THE PINE
AND THE GUITAR MAN PICKING SWEETLY
SONGS MELT LIKE BUTTER ON A HOT SUMMER NIGHT
IT WAS SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING WAS EASIER BACK THEN
MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH
AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN
SOMETIMES A STARLESS NIGHT CAN LEAVE YOU MISDIRECTED
SOMETIMES THE ROAD YOU CHOOSE IS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED
NOW MY HAIR'S TURNED GREY SO FAR FROM KANSAS
I FOUND ME A HUSBAND WE HAD US A CHILD
CAN'T SEE THE STARS IN NEW YORK CITY
BUT IF I CAN CLOSE MY EYES I CAN DRIFT A WHILE
BACK TO SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING WAS EASIER BACK THEN
MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH
AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN
MORNING ROSE UP SINGING HALLELUJAH
AND EVERY EVENING WHISPERED ITS AMEN