Michael Woodhead

LADY OF THE FIELDS

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2020

Lady of the fields
There stand roses in bloom
Man begins to yield
And return to the womb
Many hearts speak of love
Yet, there's nothing above
That describes all the pain they can feel

Lady of the fields
You know rain falls in Spring
Weapons that Man wields
This pain seem to bring
Many forms freeze from cold
Yet to love is as gold
And the pain and wounds will soon heal


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