In green rolling fields the corn tassels

Between row and row are the leaves 

catching every speck of sunlight 

In the fields boys walk pulling of the tassels

While the sparrows fly away from the boys at work

The sparrows fly over the green lush timber

Where the tall oaks stand tall and proud

Where the bees hum their harmonic hum

The white flowers spring up everywhere 

making the ground look like snow

The sparrows keep flying and flying

Over the pastures over the rivers

Until they arrive at the cemetery

The people dressed in black burying 

Their dead crying away the pain