In the middle of a field in the middle of kansas In the middle of the summer on the forth of july The wheat was waving the day was waiting The stars were falling and the world was right It was summer time and the living was easier back then Morning rose up singing hallelujah And every evening whispered its amen From the porch out back came the sound of voices The hum of a fiddle the fruit's on the vine And the guitar man picking sweetly Songs smelled like butter on a hot summer night It was summer time and the living was easier back then Morning rose up singing hallelujah And every evening whispered its amen Sometimes a starless night can leave you misdirected Sometimes the road you choose is not what you expected Now my hair's turned grey so far from kansas I found me a husband we had us a child Can't see the stars in new york city But if i can close my eyes i can drift a while Back to summer time and the living was easier back then Morning rose up singing hallelujah And every evening whispered its amen Morning rose up singing hallelujah And every evening whispered its amen