In The Fields Songtext
von Linda Smith

Lord, when I look at lovely things which pass
Under old trees, the shadows of young leaves
Dancing to please the wind along the grass
Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves

Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this?
And if there is, will the strange heart of any everlasting thing
Bring me these dreams that take my breath away?
They come at evening with the home-flying rooks
And the scent of hay, over the fields, they come in spring