The Sundays
The Sundays - Folk Song lyrics
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& the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain & it stoned me to my soul i climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun silver trees & a whispering breeze are my sight & my sound the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path when i'm wandering here alone i climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun watch until it dies slow falling from the sky pale fading sun
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Publisher: Overock Ltd., EMI Records Ltd.
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- Country: United Kingdom
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