A walk in the fields
A firm grip in the dirt
The sight of the golden sways
That lingering feeling
of once being hurt
has slowly dissolved away
The walls that you built are now
tumbling down
Your harmony’s all rearranged
Ready to turn it all around
The trailing of tears
that you poured over years,
Have all carried up with the rain
The meadows of green
and the softness it brings,
Are drawing up a different breeze
The bridges are building
it’s happening soon
Your harmony’s all rearranged
Ready to sing a different tune
A walk in the fields
A firm grip in the dirt
The sight of the golden sways
The meadows of green
and the softness it brings,
Are helping us llearn to see
The walls that you built are now
tumbling down
Your harmony’s all rearranged
Ready to sing a different tune