The Foggy Fields of France - Paul Kelly

Green the foggy fields of France today I journey through

Green the singer, Al, who sings the way I feel for you

Green our love so tender yet, a gift each day made new

Green would be the whole wide world if they our secret knew

Blue the little patch of sky peeping through the gray

Blue the color of your dress the day I went away

Blue the mighty ocean deep keeping us apart

Blue the melody I strum on this old guitar

I carry you with me wrapped up in my heart

We are the wonder that keeps the stars apart

The root of the root and the bud of the bud

The deepest of the deepest, the singing in the blood, oh

Gold the feeling that I get as the plane comes in to land

Gold the sinking western sun making its fiery bands

Gold the color of your curls as at the gate you stand

Gold the ring I bring for you to slip on your left hand

I carry you with me wrapped up in my heart

This is the wonder that keeps the stars apart

The root of the root and the bud of the bud

The deepest of the deepest, the singing in the blood

The root of the root and the bud of the bud

We are the wonder that keeps the stars apart