Folk Song — текст песни (Sundays)

Summer sky and a throat bone dry

And the fields are all gold

Dusty lane with a song in my brain

And it stoned me to my soul



I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun



Silver trees and a whispering breeze

Are my sight and my sound

The thought of heaven couldnt drag me from the path

When Im wandering here alone



I climb higher move towards the fire.... so blaze sun

Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky

Pale fading sun