Summertime

in the middle of a field in the middle of kansas
 in the middle of the summer on the forth of july
 the wheat was waving the day was waiting
 the stars were falling and the world was right
 it was summer time and the living was easier back then
 morning rose up singing hallelujah
 and every evening whispered its amen
 from the porch out back came the sound of voices
 the hum of a fiddle the fruit's on the vine
 and the guitar man picking sweetly
 songs smelled like butter on a hot summer night
 it was summer time and the living was easier back then
 morning rose up singing hallelujah
 and every evening whispered its amen
 sometimes a starless night can leave you misdirected
 sometimes the road you choose is not what you expected
 now my hair's turned grey so far from kansas
 i found me a husband we had us a child
 can't see the stars in new york city
 but if i can close my eyes i can drift a while
 back to summer time and the living was easier back then
 morning rose up singing hallelujah
 and every evening whispered its amen
 morning rose up singing hallelujah
 and every evening whispered its amen