Emma Shapplin "The Hours In The Fields" Songtext

The Hours In The Fields

When I met you that dayYou told me not to see youSo, I passed my wayBut will you dare to be... soon

Behind that screen of sun lightI swear I felt you aliveI held my breath'til you pull back

Sing for meThat strange softnessDance in meWords dropped out of my lipsWith no sense

Delete my thoughtsCount down my fearsAs the wind blowsThe hours on the fields

The moment I saw youI made you stillI try not to believe in you... dear'cause you're not real

Behind that flare of your kindIs there a place I can findTo lay down my hopes before I die

Sing for meThat strange softnessDance in meWords dropped out of my lipsWith no sense

Delete my thoughtsCount down my fearsAs the wind blowsThe hours on the fields

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