Acres Of Corn Lyrics - Wounded Heart Of America - Tom Russell

When I was a child, I spoke as a child 

Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild 

I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris 

But I'm starin' at cornfields and they're starin' at me 

But dreams are just things that keep in a jar 

You bury your dreams or you wish on a star 

For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born 

Away from these hard times and the acres of corn 

Every now and again I take a small drink 

From the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink 

And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown 

And I waltz through these cornfields 'til I fall to the ground 

But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk 

'til the men are out workin' or you've gone a bit drunk 

Then you unlock your dreams, but they're tattered and worn 

So you stare out the window at the acres of corn 

Dreams are just things that keep in a jar 

You bury your dreams or you wish on a star 

For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born 

Away from these hard times and the acres of corn 

When I was a child, I spoke as a child 

Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild