Letra de Folk Song - The Sundays

summer sky & a throat bone dry
& the fields are all gold

dusty lane with a song in my brain
& it stoned me to my soul

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

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

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun