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
no return And not to see your face again and drowning all my hopes And wishing no longer upon stars Believing No longer in moonlight Or other dreams or other fields
: 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
Cycle down in the belly of the ocean Why he ever notice it as sucking up ? Rise up and sound this state That everything else in this world can be broken
When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cottonfields back home When I was a little bitty baby... Oh when them
Ill keep you safe you wont come to harm Bring me to harm Please just bring me to harm Theres a place we ought to go These fields are dead and i should
Dont be sad my friend All these things should end If they were infinate We would see their worthless Dont be down my dear Its just cold draws near
fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will
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the fields of barley You'll forget the sun In his jealous sky As we walk In the fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields
afraid at the same time. How many times have you sat home and wondered why? We always hear about the U.S.A. but not the other side. In fields of agony
hear a crimson word, inside, I am free [Chorus:] Out in the fields, the sky is burning I feel the joy returning, out in the fields Listen to the winds
fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile Among the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold
me take you down, 'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real, and nothing to get hungabout Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields
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
from the other side takes two from the other side One from the other side takes two from the other side One from the other side takes two from the other
make sure that you adore them I miss mine, cause I'm always out here touring Or with the strippers at the Hilton up on Cortland One from Utah, the other
back They lived right down the road from us In a shack just like our shack We worked in the fields together And we learned to count on each other When
