Letras:
Fields

: Their horses heavy In clad and chain armor March into battle Man against man Sword against sword Hammer and axe against shield Let the banners fly

would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; CHORUS 2: It was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields

would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; CHORUS 2: It was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields

against the sky For she lived to hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. Refrain: Low lie the fields of

death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus did the pipes play the flowers of the forest the sun shining down on these green fields

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 of

: I will fly again I will fly again All our days are numbers We bare the face of men The rain, the skies are changing But I will fly again Look up, look

: Closer we serve her Further we stay Lost in the winter Ghosts of today Keep calling, Keep crying her name Keep calling, Keep walking that way When

: Can you hear me now? Can you feel? Can you see me now? Then reveal (Which way from here?) Feel (Which way from here?) Look away Your time has come