Green Fields by The Nearly Normal

I once was lost
Now it all is coming clear
The darkness that surrounded me
Just seems to disappear

Memories of times of old
Are lessons for the life you hold
Visions of the sky unfold
The rain begins to shape and mold

I call your name aloud
I hear you answer back
The pick yields when the arm is swinging
In green fields, I hear the workers singing

Hear the workers sing

The road that I once traveled
That found me upon hope
They lead me now into the life
That I have lived before

Read back all the way
To the satchel you once held
All that lies before you now
Are answers to the spells

I call your name aloud
I hear you answer back
The pick yields when the arm is swinging
In green fields, I hear the workers singing

Hear the workers sing

Take me for this key I hold
It's only for the door
Sacred vows have kept them safe
From thieves upon its floor

I call your name aloud
I hear you answer back
The pick yields when the arm is swinging
In green fields, I hear the workers singing

Hear the workers sing

• Experimental
• astro-pop
• composer
• rock
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