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• Artiste: Shane Smith & the Saints
• Titre: Field Of Heather
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I saw hell in the second war Belgium winter '44 I tore a few pages from the book of life And never told a soul 'Cause they never will escape my mind I've heard their cries a thousand times Forgive me, Lord, I tried to do it on my own Was it the wild weather In a field of heather So scared we had to pray? Or the sudden shiver Of a roaring river That led my youth away? And if the dice rolls seven And the gates of heaven Open up when I am grey I'll repent to high Every crime 'Til I hear those angels sing Yeah, yeah. I can hear them singing So how long do you wait, 'til you see a sign? It's the part that gets me every time I've wrestled to the ground that side of my soul And I can't deny 'Cause they never will escape my mind I've heard that cry a thousand times Forgive me, Lord, I tried but I can't let it go Was it the wild weather In a field of heather So scared we had to pray? Or the sudden shiver Of a roaring river That led my youth away? And if the dice rolls seven And the gates of heaven Open up when I am grey I'll repent to high Every crime 'Til I hear those angels sing Yeah, yeah. I can hear them singing And oh, I know That if the dice rolls seven And the gates of heaven Open up when I am grey I will repent to high Every crime 'Til I hear those angels sing Yeah, yeah. I can hear them singing