Vārdi:
Fields

take you down ?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields

parents had their hard times, fifty years ago When they stood out in these empty fields In dust as deep as snow And all this trouble in our fields If

make it right someday I'll see you high above the fields of Mars High above the fields of Mars High above the fields of Mars High above the fields of

storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In those old cotton fields back home In those old cotton fields

fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of

they both told me "Remember that love for God can be found" But now they're both gone, this letter just told me For years they've been dead, the fields

fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold Only we walked in fields of gold (oh) When we walked in fields

fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana Give me them cotton fields (It was back in Louisiana) Let me hear it for the cotton fields