Lyrics

The Fields Remember Your Name

Shhh…
Morning opens slowly
In A Very Unusual Town

The wheat woke up before the sun
Dust rising gold and thin
Old boots stepped into the rows
Like they’d always been there

Martha tied her harvest ribbon
Round the handle of a rake
Said the fields remember faces
Even when the seasons change

A scarecrow tipped his crooked hat
Like a farmer greeting rain
Funny how a little town
Can learn your quiet name

Nobody chasing the sunrise
Nobody racing the day
Just older hands moving slowly
In a patient kind of way

The fields remember your name
The fields remember your name

Even when the years grow heavy
Even when the road has changed

If your hands feel older
If your knees move slow

There’s a place out in the harvest
Where the old seeds grow

The fields remember your name
In A Very Unusual Town

Lantern apples filled the wagons
Pumpkins rolled like drums
Someone whistled an old tune
That every farmer hums

Wind moved softly through the barley
Like a story told before
And the rows bent down together
Like a choir in the corn

An old man laughed beside the gate

“Son, the crop ain’t just the grain

It’s the folks who come back every year

And call this place again.”

The fields remember your name
The fields remember your name

Even when the world runs faster
Even when the roads have changed

Take the slow road home tonight
Where the lantern wagons roam

The fields remember your name
So you’re never alone

Mmm…
The fields remember.