The fields of green
Beckon me
Past the factory
That’s fading into dust
Past the pastures
Where the sheep cavort on the hillsides
Time to turn away
From this time
To a new day……
The fields of green
Beckon me
Past the factory
That’s fading into dust
Past the pastures
Where the sheep cavort on the hillsides
Time to turn away
From this time
To a new day……