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• Artiste: Wuthering Heights
• Titre: The Field
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At the edge of a dream, it seems I walk at the edge of a field I touch the soil Searching for something To the ground I kneel, I feel The presence of all who went before And suddenly The veil between us is no more Like a fastforwarding film the surroundings change The clouds passed swiftly overhead But the field is constant, at ease Like a warm, green bed For aeons did my fathers draw Their life up from this earth Now next to this my years of rambling Seem of little worth And in a flash I want nothing But to tend this piece of land Provide for myself and my kin By the strength of my hand Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream All else you can keep Here nothing's changed Save for the lessening of hope For I've been a rambler, a pirate, a gambler I don't know How to make things grow And it frightens me we keep our fortunes Locked in towers of glass And soon we must bury our future When we lose our past Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream All else you can keep Not lightly balanced are the scales When fortune's weighed against ambition Happier it seems is he Who does not struggle for a mission No one recalls how the picture should look All cling to his own little piece of the puzzle Always on the hunt for new distractions Gone is the joy of working the muscle It's like peeling an onion Trying to remove all that's foul and false I know there is truth in this ground Hear the sound As down the ages it calls Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream And the rest you can keep