folk song

 
 
summer sky & a throat bone dry
& the fields are all gold
dusty lane with a song on my brain
& it stoned me to my soul

i climb high -- move towards the fire
blaze on (?)

silver trees & a whispering breeze
am i sight? am i sound?
& the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alone

i climb high -- move towards the fire
blaze on (?)

watching till it dies
slow falling from the sky
evading summer/hey fading summer

now who...
now who...
now who...