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