(Sanger D. Shafer)

There's no more common people with no more fields to sow
City ways have swallowed country days and in concrete seeds won't grow
The bubbling brook that used to yield it's treasures just for me
As long since dried but will stay alive on my page of memories
City lights change the nights country's gone.

The trees that children climb today are made of iron and steel
Golden grain knows no summer rain when it falls on asphalt fields
Thr girl next door went to Baltimore and waits with empty arms
While big machines cut through hills of green run by boys who've left the farm
Traffic signs store bought rhymes country's gone.

Fishin' poles and mixin' bowls hang dusty by the door
And that load of hay from a by gone day doesn't pass here anymore
Trees for sale through the mail country's gone...