@migu music@

I'll close my eyes and listen to you,

the corn come out.

Don't you hear the stars, they glisten,

as we go in and out.

Down where the trees grow together,

and the western path comes to an end;

see the sign it says 'clear weather',

I'll meet you tonight, my friend.

Will the corn be growing a little tonight,

as I wait in the fields for you?

Who knows what grows in the morning light

when we can feel the watery dew?

I just can't be there with no other,

I know those hills will be true,

away from my sister and brother,

and down through the grasses so blue.

The air is sweet and steady and flowers bloom out of sight,

I know the sky is ready,

come meet me down here tonight.

Will the corn be growing a little tonight,

as I wait in the fields for you?

Who knows what grows in the morning light

when we can feel the watery dew?