Folk Song Songtext
von The Sundays
Folk Song Songtext
Summer sky and a throat bone dry
And all the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
And it stoned me to my soul
I climb higher move towards the fire
Blaze sun
Silver trees and a whispering breeze
Are my sight and my sound
The thought of heaven couldn′t drag me from the path
When i'm wandering here alone
I climb higher move towards the fire
So blaze sun
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
Plae fading sun
And all the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
And it stoned me to my soul
I climb higher move towards the fire
Blaze sun
Silver trees and a whispering breeze
Are my sight and my sound
The thought of heaven couldn′t drag me from the path
When i'm wandering here alone
I climb higher move towards the fire
So blaze sun
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
Plae fading sun
Writer(s): David Gavurin, Harriet Wheeler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com