Lyrics

Field Of Wood
-David Elias

you don't really know anything
and you don't know when the going is good
in the end it means everything
sunday flowers in this field of wood

your glasses are too strong
your vision's far too long
bake it in the sun for a day
your rainy day is here
it never seems to clear
step far away
in the air

you recall that high waterfall
and you remember where that hemlock stood
in the end it's a winter's wall
of sunday flowers in this field of wood

the poetry's real nice
it never breaks the ice
file it away in a dream
your rainy day it's here
it never seemed to clear
step far away
in the air