The Fields Are Green

Well I was walking down a desert road
for a long long time,
and I was thinking I'd remain alone
for my long flat life.
I'd want to die
when I looked up into the endless sky,

but now, the fields are green.
The fields are green.

I'd see remains of friends as hollow bones;
friends I'd lost.
And I'd see people turning into stone
and growing moss.
I'd feel it too.
That was the life I had when I met you,

but now, the fields are green.
The fields are green.

I passed through citadels of emptiness,
dust blown shells.
And every lonely night in distant stars
I saw myself.
And I'd see me;
a tiny fragment in an endless sea,

but now, the fields are green.
The fields are green.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.