the glow of gold across the sky, the golden corn that fills the fields, wheat and maize it glows across the sky, miles i see of golden corn, wave in the breeze, from left to right the field of corn for miles,

i look around and up at the sun that makes the golden corn grow, it is for you the golden colour of the wheat, it all looks so neat,

in the breeze the rustle of the wheat, from left to right it flows right to my very toes, the golden wheat that grows, to make our cereal to eat, the golden field of corn for miles, it never ends, the gold that shines right up to the sky.