I saw you from the tractor
The harvest had begun
You were the love child of two gods
I was the farmers awkward son
You left Mount Olympus
To find your soul mate
I left a scribbled note, quote
Dear Pa, this here harvest can wait
You took a match to my dry August days
Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
Flames licked the sky
That was some summer haze
Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
How do I love you?
Let me count the ways
Cornfield ablaze
Pa don't be angry
The fields that were host
To the corn and the wheat
The fact is they're toast
In self defense
I'm obliged to point out
There'll always a risk of combustion
When there's been a drought
You took a match to my dry August days
Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
Flames licked the sky
That was some summer haze
Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
How do I love you?
Let me count the ways
Cornfield ablaze
Imagine if the firemen worked
And worked for days
And still the cornfield stayed ablaze
Her hair it was golden
Her hair it was yarn
We were playing with fire
In the number one barn
Carried away like two sparks
On a breeze
Then we fused into one
At a thousand degrees
You overwhelmed agricultural man
Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
You wild pyromaniac daughter of Pan
Cornfield ablaze, cornfield ablaze
You took a scarecrow
And made him a man
Cornfield ablaze

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