Yellow Fields

Yellow Fields, flowers in the Sun
Last night I died to be born
A wind of Love filled my lungs
Yellow Fields, flowers in the Sun

Not a single cloud in the sky
Not a drop of rain in my mind
I closed my eyes to look inside
I had to die to feel alive

Just hear the whispers of the morning sun

We all want
Yellow Fields of Love
Carry on my dear
March on my dear

We all want
Yellow Fields of Love
Battle on my dear
You will find it here

Yellow Fields, the end of the road
Where I was lost is now my home
Without the words that I was told
Without the fear to be alone

Like a leaf that falls off the tree
I’ll turn to dust, become the seed
Await the breeze that will carry me
Through Heaven’s gates, the Yellow Fields
Just hear the whispers of the morning sun
We all want
Yellow Fields of Love
Carry on my dear
March on my dear

We all want
Yellow Fields of Love
Battle on my dear
You will find it here

Yellow Fields, flowers in the Sun
Last night I died to be born
A wind of Love filled my lungs
Now I see flowers in the Sun