daniel steven crafts – illinois farmer lyrics
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bury this old illinois farmer with respect
he slept the illinois nights of his life after days of work in illinois cornfields
now he goes on a long sleep
the wind he listened to in the cornsilk and the tassels, the wind that combed his red beard zero mornings when the snow lay white on the yellow ears in the bushel basket at the corncrib
the same wind will now blow over the place here where his hands must dream of illinois corn
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