Tuesday, October 12, 2004
GreenFields are gone now, parched by the sun,
Gone, from the valleys where rivers used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the greenfields that we, used to roam.
Gone, from the valleys where rivers used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the greenfields that we, used to roam.
