Through the copper fields I walked along the way

Remembering how we spent the time we brightened on the way

The one-wheeled farmer dipped his head as we go by

Thinking how it was when he was young the sun would dry

All the copper fields a-goin' toward the town where they were born

Do you have a copper field to play in when you're growin' old?

All the copper fields a-goin' toward the town where they were born

Do you have a copper field to play in when you're growin' old?

Down in town the people work to get their pay

Thinking of the copper fields in which they used to play

Long-gone aunts and uncles see the children on the way

Aging arches mark the final place for them to stay

All the copper fields a-goin' toward the town where they were born

Do you have a copper field to play in when you're growin' old?

All the copper fields a-goin' toward the town where they were born

Do you have a copper field to play in when you're growin' old?