Fields of Wheat Songtext
von Sarah Jane Morris

There is a field,
A field of wheat,
We better sway
Swaying gently in the sun.
An′ oooh, the sun is golden,
Golden like your smile.
Smile that is laughing,
Laughing gently like a child.

You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
You make me fight and shout and slam the door.
You make me hope,
You make me sigh,
You make me hold my breath and stand up tall.
Yes you do.


There is a place,
That I can't see.
A place that you go to,
Where you can hear me.
An′ oooh, the sun is shining.
I can feel your smile.
I can hear your laughing
Laughing wildly like a child.

You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
You make me fight and shout and slam the door.
You make me hope,
You make me sigh,
You make me hold my breath and stand up tall.

You make me heard,
You make me high,
You make me wishing, hold my good no more.
You make me free,
You make me fly,
You got me laughing wildly like a child.
Yes you have.

You make me heard,
You make me high,
You make me fight and shout and slam the door.
You make me laugh,
You make me sigh,
You make me hold my breath and stand up tall.


You make me heard,
You make me high,
You make me fight and shout and slam the door.
You make me free,
You make me fly,
You got me laughing wildly like a child.
Yes you do.

You make me hope,
You make me sigh,
You make me heard,
You make me high,
You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
You make me free,
You make me fly,
You make me love,
You make me die,
You make me see,
You make me high,
You make me hope,
You make me sigh,
You make me heard,
You make me fly,
You make me laugh,
You make me cry,
You make me free,
You make me high,
You make me love,
You make me die,
You make me free,
You make me high.
(High)