Lyrics:
going down
Sunflower fields
And the blue cloudless sky
They'll stay here forever
My dear do not cry
They will return
In the whisper of rain
With the gold
the soldiers came
Burnt our houses stole our grain
Shot the farmers in their fields
Working for livings
Working for a living
800 years we have been down
Happiness is a field of grain
Turning its face to the falling rain
I see it in the sunshine, breathe it in the rain
Happiness, happiness everywhere
I went driving, on the northern plains
I went rolling through the fields of grain
I thought about you, can't live without you
No matter how I try
Å?neath a twisted light
I'll be back again
See the people standing in a row
See them nodding like a field of grain
No one sees the sickle though
Coming
to be embraced
Be my epiphany
The veils of blue and fields of grain
For all the time I'll have to say
I need to touch your face, to feel your grace
My
our houses stole our grain
Shot the farmers in their fields
Working for livings
Working for a living
800 years we have been down
The secret
fists and tongue 'cause Carolina waits for me
Fields of grain go whipping by from the window seat
I'm drifting in, I'm drifting out catching up
Happiness is a field of grain
Turning its face to the falling rain
I see it in the sunshine, breathe it in the rain
Happiness, happiness everywhere
the five o
Hate to see her cry but she aint even in my time zone
No fields of barley and no grain made of gold
Could ever keep us apart well thats what she
the machine
Our Achille's heel
Burning fields of grain
Blood of children, maimed
Hellfire unleashed
Bleak all prospects for peace
At the break of dawn
Over hill and forests and the quiet homes; past the lake and meadow, past the fields.
Over grain that dances to the sound of the wind that sings
and fields of grain
in the summertime you'll see
Rolling hills and tall windmills
it's heartland for me
From the river and the streams
to the Indiana
Living far away
Fields of grain and skies of grey
You're worlds away where time bleeds slow
Could feel their stench, War Criminals
Their stone cold
there’s where Stanley met
sweet Alice, and they built a big ol’
shackin’ palace/ Wild horses
running through the plains, fields and fields of American grain
Bright and sunny day,
The sun shines on my face
Fields of grain are flying past my eyes
On an endless road,
Where it stops I'll never know
I'm
beneath the stars
I feel Your presence there
I love to stand at ocean's shore
And feel the thundering breakers roar
To walk through golden fields
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields
In the field, wood grain on the wheel
We be workin' deals you know
We got what you want how you wanna feel
Ups, and down's
Highs and lows make you fall
room
I am in the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
Do not stand at my grave
starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields
In this vast eternity
A hundred years and a thousand more
We will meet upon that shore
We'll meet upon that shore
See the fields white with grain
Feel
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too
For his civility
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring
We passed the fields
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