Come Fields of Green (mojave outtake)

Come fields of green
Beneath a moon filled sky
Winds through the trees
That blow a woeful sigh
Hearts torn asunder
Oh my hunger

Come fields of green
Where love consumes us whole.
Captured between
The yearning and the soul
Abide in the umber
Earthen slumber

Leaving thee wild for the dear child
That should have been thy bride
For her the fair, the debonair
That now so lowly lies
The life upon her yellow hair,
But not within her eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Stuart Pearson
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