Four Green Fields - The High Kings

Lookin' up the sleeve of confidence, I jump down from the fence Been a long time since I've felt this way, let the feeling stay Reaching for the arms of love, livin', dreamin', thinkin' of The moment I slip on the glove, my fear is gone The grain of hope has grown Starin' at the face of happiness, this time it answers yes In aging peace my doubts will rest away, let the feeling stay Looking through the eyes of truth, I see faith and love and youth And all else dries up like the dew, my fear is gone The grain of hope has grown And I'll be running, laughing Playing in the sweet green fields of belonging to someone The distant feeling's gone and I can make it from now on My world has something new, it's all because of you The sweet green fields growing in my life will never die Lookin' up the sleeve of confidence, I jump down from the fence Been a long time since I've felt this way, let the feeling stay Walking up the road of togetherness, this time I must confess This day's the very best, my fear is gone The grain of hope has grown And I'll be running, laughing Playing in the sweet green fields of belonging to someone Now I'll be running, laughing Playing in the sweet green fields of belonging to someone Well I'll be running, laughing Playing in the sweet green fields of belonging to someone

Green fields where I walked when I was young man, in these Green fields where I plowed as a farmer, in these Green fields where I fought when I was a soldier in these green fields Coat of arms and a man with flowers Pink and smooth against the snow Top floor of the building rent is cheap and the stove's included A chimney black and bricks of brown sternly standing in the fog Monday noon but could be Tuesday fields never know the difference Now I'm dreaming about Normandy Now I'm remembering the fields I knew Peering through the dusty slats at anything I care to see Six floors up and all is well, as well expected to be The man with flowers straightens the little room that he calls home Pots and pans hang on the wall and wait to be abused by him Now I'm dreaming about bombs and blood Now I'm remembering the things I did Green the windows far away A mile or two I'd dare to guess A banker or insurance man would know the meaning of this outrage Beds of asphalt sheets of clay and all the things that go with wisdom Coat of arms and the man with flowers plays his bagpipes in the dark Now I'm dreaming of St. Christopher Now I'm remembering a summer morning