The Fields Have Turned Brown

I left my old home to ramble this country

My mother and dad said, "Son, don't go wrong

Remember that God will always watch o'er you

And we will be waitin' for you here at home"

"Son, don't go astray," was what they both told me

"Remember that love for God can be found"

But now they're both gone, this letter just told me

For years, they've been dead, the fields have turned brown

A many long years I travelled this country

No thoughts of the day when I would return

Now as I go home to find no one waiting

The price I have paid to live and to learn

"Son, don't go astray," was what they both told me

"Remember that love for God can be found"

But now they're both gone, this letter just told me

For years, they've been dead, the fields have turned brown