FIELDS OF GOLD
Fading fast.
I knew it wouldn't last.
Soon they will put me in a casket.
A few more memories is the best I could ask for,
when God told me, I would have to pass
to rest in fields in the clouds of golden everlasting.
The sun is burning in the sky,
flaming warm for that day to die.
And even as a storm in my heart resides,
and a winter gale warns with cries,
calling me, I don't know why.
And I do not want to pass this life by!
But I cannot hide,
that calling inside,
whispered by the Almighty,
telling me, over fields of gold I will fly.
When you know, you know!
When it's your time to go, you go!
You run, when young, then one day you slow,
as time rushes by like a torrents flushing flow.
Until the day, you are again sown,
back to fields a-golden glow.
A tribute to the sky and pillowed
clouds. And beautiful flowers will grow
about you, upon that hill of a buried hero!
And as the breeze is gently sighing,
and the trees are gently crying.
No matter how much I'm trying
at surviving,
I'm at best only living,
and not thriving,
so that I'm still forever dying!
I knew it wouldn't last.
Soon they will put me in a casket.
A few more memories is the best I could ask for,
when God told me, I would have to pass
to rest in fields in the clouds of golden everlasting.
The sun is burning in the sky,
flaming warm for that day to die.
And even as a storm in my heart resides,
and a winter gale warns with cries,
calling me, I don't know why.
And I do not want to pass this life by!
But I cannot hide,
that calling inside,
whispered by the Almighty,
telling me, over fields of gold I will fly.
When you know, you know!
When it's your time to go, you go!
You run, when young, then one day you slow,
as time rushes by like a torrents flushing flow.
Until the day, you are again sown,
back to fields a-golden glow.
A tribute to the sky and pillowed
clouds. And beautiful flowers will grow
about you, upon that hill of a buried hero!
And as the breeze is gently sighing,
and the trees are gently crying.
No matter how much I'm trying
at surviving,
I'm at best only living,
and not thriving,
so that I'm still forever dying!
But one day,
over fields of gold, I will be flying,
in the sky, high,
with glory by my side, smiling.
in the sky, high,
with glory by my side, smiling.
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