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Johnny was a child
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When the wheels of progress came
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And slowed things down again --
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Oh, when the wheat was high
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And a big moon sailed in a rolling sky
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And the stars came down so close
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You could touch them just like rings
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And you felt so happy-sad
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It all seemed part of the same thing
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Oh, when the days ran wild
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And he was a child
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And later on when the tractors came
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And made light work, that would have taken days
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So with nothing else to do
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We just turned the days to rain
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It would take an endless chain of circumstance
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To get up and start again
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Oh, when the tractors came
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The the field of grain.
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Johnny, now those days have ended
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There's no more time on our side
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They say, in a little while
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It will all take on a new light.
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(Johnny) New Light
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Dream Academy |