Fields of Home

[Intro] [Verse 1] Golden fields sway in the sun’s last glow, Dusty boots trace the path that I know. Whispers of pines where the river runs thin, Grandpa’s old fiddle hums tales from within. [Chorus] Oh, these country roads lead my heart back again, To the porch swing hymns and the smell of rain. Where the stars ain’t shy and the fireflies roam, I’ll carry these dirt roads, my fields of home. [Verse 2] Mama’s quilt wraps the cold midnight air, Crickets keep time with the dreams that we share. Rust on the windmill, the well’s ancient song, A pocket of memories where I’ll always belong. [Bridge] Time’s a sly coyote, it steals and it roams, But the roots of this soil won’t let me stay gone. Though the years may fade like a harvest moon’s light, This land’s in my bones, and it holds me tight. [Chorus] Oh, these country roads lead my heart back again, To the porch swing hymns and the smell of rain. Where the stars ain’t shy and the fireflies roam, I’ll carry these dirt roads, my fields of home. [Outro]