The Fields Are More Golden
Lyrics
The Fields are More Golden He carried her in But she walked out She sat in the back She looked out These fields are more golden As the sun goes down Do you see the same ones, my love? My love She's dressed like a nun Hands folded on themselves She's still in love With the man taking her home For the last time These fields are more golden As the sun goes down Do you see the same ones, my love? My love She spoke of the roads She traveled on You've been on the same ones, my love My love
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:32
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 202 BPM