Lonely Fields

Carry the corn in a bag, shiny day

How I love this spot

Those Saturdays out there in the fields

With my daddy's scent

On our way home, two on the road

Bags are all full

The crows are loud

Oh, how I do miss those sunny days

And the moped's roar

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

Lying in bed

Hearing the corn field crows

Like a child would cry

Open the window and see the glow

Like a spirit dim in the night

On my way out, follow the light

So late at night

A sign of life?

I'm feeling well

Now as I stroll

And I wear a smile

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

Back to the sunny day

I'll be doing so fine

So clear is the silhouette

Reaching out in the night

Holding on to his soul

Father, please don't you go

Together we pick the corns

And then I'm going home

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

Better believe it

Now I can see it

And I surrender

The crow may now enter

Those lonely fields in the night

Father, I walk with you

I'll walk with you

And the walk goes on

I'm coming home with you

And it goes on, with you

And the walk goes on

I'm coming home with you