The sun is high and no clouds in the sky

The buzzard gives out a solitary cry

Through barley, wheat, corn, maize and rye

I do roam

I do roam

Out in the cornfield I whisper alone

The rain and the grain, the eyes have all grown

With a grinful of sin, I ran from my home

Out in the cornfield, all on my own

On my own

The stalks hurt my feet and stick in my eye

The dust chokes my lungs, preparing to die

I'm lost in the cornfield, nowhere to turn

The sun's beating down, my face starts to burn

The sun is high and no clouds in the sky

The buzzard gives out a solitary cry

Through barley, wheat, corn, maize and rye

I do roam

I do roam

Out in the cornfield I whisper alone

The rain and the grain, the eyes have all grown

With a grinful of sin, I ran from my home

On my own

I'm on my own

On my own

On my own