Fields of Green Songtext
von Giant Sand

They have been killing off all my heroes since I was 17
And some have disappeared so mysteriously, never to be seen
Others have been a-lovingly laid out in a field of green

Like the old woman of the desert, the young surfer by the sea
The teachers of such pathways that would only ever teach for free
The bleeding trailblazers, the sleepy stipulators
The wicked wanderlusters and the clowning crop dusters
They′ve been killing off all my heroes since I was 17

There's a kind of hardship, all over the world
All over the world
Tonight!


When finally hitting 40, the losses seemed to quicken
As if an extra season was added each year just for this stricken
Losses by the numbers, disasters by the score
When the art of acceptance can′t even expect you to accept anymore
That which doesn't kill you really does make you stronger

Now I amble over 50, and the longest hours move so swiftly
Such young, fresh folk look to me as Pathfinder
And it's in my crinkle smile, in my smoldering spark I glisten
I instruct them to be so quiet for just a while
And give their own heart a good listen

Killing off all your heroes since you were 17
Some will go on to disappear so mysteriously, never to be seen
And others will get all lovingly laid out in the field of green

There′s a kind of hardship, all over the world
All over the world
Tonight
There′s a kind of hardship, all over the world