Green Fields and Golden Sands Are all I need; are all I want Let the wind blow hard, I don't mind A small house and an olive tree, To keep and feed my
Traducción: Yusuf Islam. Os campos verdes, Golden Sands.
: Green Fields and Golden Sands Are all I need; are all I want Let the wind blow hard, I don't mind A small house and an olive tree, To keep and feed
Green Fields and Golden Sands Are all I need; are all I want Let the wind blow hard, I don't mind A small house and an olive tree, To keep and feed
with the breeze and cross seas to shores Glide through cities of brick and stone Irish meadows and fields of green Broken arrows of ancient roan Fly
Opening windows with a wounding cry The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold And everything slows When summer returns to its warm green fields The sun fading
China's mystic forests, float with the breeze across seas to shore, Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweeds, Irish meadows, and fields of green, Glide through
few thousand days ago From a few thousand days ago As we passed through small quiet towns Crossed miles of burning desert sands And fields of green and gold
your hair But take your jacket, nights get cold out there Drink it like wine, baby take your time If you get to California with the sun and the golden sand
China's Mystic Forest Float with the breeze and cross seas to shores Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweed Irish meadows and fields of green Glide through
ending From out of its body And then into yours And out of your body And then into fields To be ploughed back into mine Fields full of poppies And fields
above China's Mystic Forest Float with the breeze and cross seas to shores Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweed Irish meadows and fields of green Glide through