Wind on the Wheat Field

©2020 Scott Halvorson / 5050songs Inc (ASCAP)
Release Date: Aug 7, 2020
Produced by Demo My Song®

The house stood north of Spirit Lake like a proud, defiant queen,
Three wide stories with a widowʼs walk, weathervane horse in a frozen,
prancinʼ pose.
Down aways a gothic barn standinʼ straight and strong,
Bumblebee in the bushes was dancinʼ slow with a yellow rose….
When I close my eyes,I can see,
A scarlet combine deep in golden rows…
And the wind on the wheat field comes and goes….

My Uncle Huvvy lived there in the home his father built,
He gave us sticks of Wrigleyʼs gum with a tremblinʼ hand he didnʼt try to hide.

The great aunts kept it shininʼ like a beautiful museum,
One was a nurse at the hospital where Kennedy had died.
When I close my eyes, I can see,
My favorite tractor in grimy tangerine, oh,
And the winds on the wheat field come and go….

An old Lakota legend I first heard of as a child,
Prophesied that Spirit Lake would one day rise……
To drown the cultivated fields exhausted by the waves
Of amber grain One dream comes true,
another dies.

When I close my eyes, I can see,
An unexpected blooming yellow rose…
And the wind on the wheat field comes and goes….

I just had to see it one more time, it was hell to make it there (my)
Remembered roads of gravel well beneath the waves where Spirit Lake now flows.
The dyinʼ house was standinʼ still, an island all alone,
The ragged bushes hanginʼ on and then I saw a yellow rose.

When I close my eyes, I can see,
That house against a ghostly cirrus sky,
And the wind on the wheat field disappears, by and by….

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Genre: Country Folk, Modern Folk
Mood: reminiscing, memorable, permanent
Instruments: acoustic guitar, bass, violin, female vocals