from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Shepherds, in the field abiding
mitai ni ----------------------------------- In the snow, Like a sleigh ride The train holding us two Is running away February 67 Strawberry fields A completely white winter view
One evening for pleasure I rambled to view The fair fields all alone Down by the banks of Loch Eiron Where beauty and pleasure were known I spied a fair
Mama plays a queen on the hill built on a dream While her children play in the field Papa smokes the pipe of a sweet and better life But how strong is
don't know" Some build elevators to take the chosen few Who can afford the scenic view To the top of some big tower looking out on fields of blue Walking
fields of green Take me to the stars for free Point me to the high wire call Wake me true and wake me all Wash my face in fields of green Take me to
my field, I said, "This is my field", but you weren't impressed You said, "Why are we here?" your motives are clear In this room with a view and so
too stupid to realize That they had vision for you and I I'll do my very best to try and fight against Their invasion coming from the dying fields Their
Into the colored field of view My eyes are on the toe line Into another space and now It's clear that I will soon be found And this is the first time
Lead us [Incomprehensible] across And its promises fall behind Smokes stack lightning on the dark Lights of temper coming to view See the old fields
Sometimes when I'm driving in my car I check the rear view mirror and there you are With a smile, it seems like only yesterday And while I never want
Once moved mountains Now in the rear view mirror Divine compromise has taken root Hand held and guided To each destination Robbed of my powers but not
punks they don't try hard Try hard enough, they don't, so they couldn't No joke to what I do inside this field This field to me is filed, there's no
Rotate your point of view Concrete surrounds you It used to be a field where we all played Suspend your disbelief This world became a thief To the beautiful
Fields of green by the side of the road Going down in Mary's land Roll down the window feel the cool of a grove Hit the palm of your outstretched hand
weather everyday If you change your mind, that's ok, in my heaven Grandma's up here, Grandpa too In a condo with to-die-for views There's presidents and
found And I won't be coming 'round No, I'm an American on the Canadian shield And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields It gets cold but you
It's a total lie that we're expected to believe There's no such thing as a level playing field And I've never been one much for dependency It's a fraud, your view