In Fields Of Golden Hay

Sad and lonely my lament
In fields of golden hay
Playing it on guitar
Quite impossible
To make it stop.
The poet in me
A bud in bloom
Not bold enough
My love for her to say -
Why did you run away
My song for you to stay
A sweet desire in my mind
As I look back upon that day.
My dreams singing a sad refrain
Of a nightingale who cheated on me
Hiding this song within her heart
In fields of winter snow to die,
Cold the memory fading
Who will save her soul
Upon the cross.
Jesus maybe
In my mind
Believing
In mercy,
Rising high
With Angel wings
Holding my sweetheart
Singing her love so softly.
Playing it on the Angel harp
Quite impossible to make it stop
Crying why only now in heaven to pray
My burden to live alone without you
Lying in golden fields of dreams.
My songs of love with kisses
Slowly weeping away
The fear in me
I failed you,
Now forgiven
In the heavenly fields
Singing hymns of praises.