[Verse 1] Underneath the amber sky, Where the wheat fields sway so high, I walk alone, with memories in tow, Of a love that's long ago. [Chorus] Oh, the heartache of the mid-country tune, Plays on, as the sun makes its noon, Every note, a story of our own, In the heart of the mid-country moon. [Verse 2] By the old oak tree, where we'd sit and dream, Of a future that seemed so serene, Now the branches bare, and the leaves they stream, Like the tears that I can't contain. [Chorus] Oh, the heartache of the mid-country tune, Echoes in the fields, where we've sown, Each verse a verse of the love we've known, Under the mid-country dawn. [Bridge] And as the seasons change, the world turns round, The mid-country music still resounds, A melody of love, that can't be found, In the city's crowded sounds. [Chorus] Oh, the heartache of the mid-country tune, Sings of the love that's forever young, Amidst the fields and the setting sun, Where our hearts were first strung. [Outro] As the final chord fades away, And the mid-country night takes its sway, I hold onto the love that won't decay, And dream of the mid-country day. [End]