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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Overock Ltd., EMI Records Ltd.

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Static & Silence (1997)

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