Once there were greenfields, kissed by the sun; Once there were valleys, where river used to run; Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above; Once they were part of an everlasting love. We were the lovers who strolled thru greenfields.
Greenfields are gone now, parched by the sun;
I'll never know what made you run away.
I'll keep on waiting until the day you learn Home to the greenfields and me once again. |
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