The Dreamer - Fields

— I used to be

— One of the dreamers

— Spent my days staring at the clouds

— Way back when

— I stuggle to think about what thinkers would think of me and you

— Oh, growing up

— Might saw so simple

— For the youngs just wish or wait their days 'til the older now

— But deep deep down

— The older man would give anything to relive all those days again

— Oh, the sweetest thing that I’ll ever know

— Would come inside and then leave you all alone

— For all the pretty roses and also many tones

— Keep your head up, son, don’t break your heart

— Up on that hill and across the field

— Our hairy trees will swing and sing all afternoon

— We'll meet our world

— Our own litte Hollywood

— Hasn't all the memories of dreamers