Sometimes I close my eyes

And picture the plains

I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois

Riding again



Open skies, fertile ground

This was heaven on earth

That they found



We got what they gave

By their God we were saved

They were humble not depraved

These streets we're afraid of

Once were the fields of the brave

The fields of the brave



Where a Chevrolet rusts 

By a closed shopping mall

Can you see through the dust

Where the brave ones stood tall



Buried deep where they fell

They live on in the stories we tell



They got what they gave

By their God they were saved

And I say this as I pray

I can't help but dream of

The days these were fields of the brave

The fields of the brave



After all this time

And the struggles in between

We stand next in line

With the chance we can build on their dreams

In the



Fields of the brave

Fields of the brave

We got what they gave



In the fields of the brave

Let their spirits be saved

And I pray this on their graves

There'll be a return of

The days these were fields of the brave

The fields of the brave