The Hours On the Fields

THE HOURS ON THE FIELDS

(Author Emma Shapplin / Composer Emma Shapplin)

When I met you that day

You told me not to see you

So, I passed my way

But will you dare to be... soon

Behind that screen of sun light

I swear I felt you alive

I held my breath

'til you pull back

Sing for me

That strange softness

Dance in me

Words dropped out of my lips

With no sense

Delete my thoughts

Count down my fears

As the wind blows

The hours on the fields

The moment I saw you

I made you still

I try not to believe in you... Dear

'cause you're not real

Behind that flare of your kind

Is there a place I can find

To lay down my hopes before I die

Sing for me

That strange softness

Dance in me

Words dropped out of my lips

With no sense

Delete my thoughts

Count down my fears

As the wind blows

The hours on the fields