Lyrics:
the field like commando
Claim you trapping
But the field be on stand by
Ain't no need to cap
I'm just trying to live hands high
Close I'ma get to my own sky
make a joke and my laugh will be heard by the sun,
Cause I've never met someone so much fun
And the echo won't sound off till summer ends
We'll have
Your two blue seas, major and minor
Who dance with each other and others
To see
Sweet melody, the summer songbirds
Singing with each other and others
the middle of the summer
We'd sit by the fire and pray we'd get even younger
This is where I became who I am
This is my home, my town, my field of dreams
This
knees
Askin' the lord to heal
A heart that's always been solid
But took some wounds in the field
Now I'm looking in the mirror
Reflectin' on them years
Nothin' but ghosts there now
Some say that time stands still
Out on the Western plains
Somethin' inside you's made holy
Baptized by the summer rain
While I'm running down field when it's just another kick off
I was running downhill tryna get another lick off
And feeling no remorse cause I done
missed
And all the pretty girls I've never kissed
They smile from field of daffodils
They wave from high and windy hills
In secret places by the sea
and out of focus)
Seen all, seen all, seen all summer
Seen all, seen all, seen all spring
But, I'm a submarine, submarine sinks below the ground.
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
yourself to sleep when summer ends
I never will forget the day it was April or else maybe May
Daddy pulled up the driveway and his truck was shakin'
We all
nights, got in fights
Apple pies, lots of flies
Summer nights
We keep it real in the field
By my tractor on the wheel
Deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Deep
Summer, and Spring
Picking, pushing, pulling, cutting the field
Sweating bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
and when its cold, joints lock up barker
the summer winds begin to blow,
That is when I will be sailing to my home,
To the olive trees and the golden corn
That whispers in the fields up in the hills
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
feast
Dancing on moss green-soil
Hiding away from the rational world
Dancing on moss green-soil
Summer's End
Soaked by perception
Summer's end
Truth
Underneath glistening summer skies
Permeated by tender sun-kissed clouds
We wander through these endless fields
Covered in vibrant rays of
Light
Another summer went by
The leaves started falling
And it's pouring outside
But I want to feel the rain
Just to wash away the pain
The raindrops
was turning my head towards
The sun on a summer's day
I am at peace
The time is right
I creep over to the TV and turn it off
With a flash and a pop
the sun in her hair
I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea
The fields of France are a home to me
Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be
I
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
Riding down the highway underneath the moonlit sky
With you sitting there by my side
Thinking about the good times yet to come
Summer with you is
This has been
A year without summer
A year with laughter
A year without you
A year shook by winter winds
A year of December
A year to remember
railroad track and find
You're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Though the wheat fields
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