Folk Song
The Sundays
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Summer sky and a throat bone dry And 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 Pale fading sun
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Written by: DAVID GAVURIN, HARRIET WHEELER
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