Across The Fields

Well they left then in the morning,

a hundred pairs of wings

in the light moved together

in the colors of the morning

I looked to the clouds

in the cirrus sky and they'd gone.

Across the marshes,

across the fields below.

I fell through the vines

and I hoped they would catch me below.

If only to take me with them there,

tell me the part that shines

in your heart on the wind.

And the reeds blew in the morning.

Take me along to the places

you've gone when my eyes looked away.

Tell me the song that you sing

in the trees in the dawning.

Tell me the part that shines

in your heart and the rays of love forever,

please take me there.