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Fields of Eden Lyrics
Alt Country, Country Rock Music, Alt Rock and Folk /Celtic Rock
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Fields of Eden
Sweet November mornings up before the dawn could feel the new day coming Steam rising off the pond I would drink my hot, black coffee smell the wood smoke in the air I could see the fields of Edenand almost touch them there
I could see the fields of Eden see the fields of Eden see the fields of Eden almost touch them there
I lived there with a young woman I will never forget her face She was all flannels and denim (sometimes linen and lace) I recall the strong clean lines of her She was plain spoken and wise I could see the see the fields of Edenalmost touch them in her eyes
I could see the fields of Eden. see the fields of Eden see the fields of Eden almost touch them in her eyes
I worked all day in the autumn air (back then, I worked with my hands,) The taste of honest spring water in my mouth, Leaves falling on the land I would cut my wood and stack it there The alder and the fir as the day would fade away, my friend my thoughts would turn to her oh, my heart was filled with the joy of her And how much she was like the land She was beauty and fecundity she held me in her hands see the fields of Edensee the fields of Eden see the fields of Eden almost touch them with my hands
And as the day turned to smoky evening I would put my work away I would head back down to a cedar shake house On a cliff above the bay Like Earth, stone and timber Like the Cascades and the Sound Like the Orca and the Eagle on high I almost touched on holy ground
see the fields of Eden see the fields of Eden see the fields of Eden touched the holy ground, touched the holy ground,
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