Somewhere calling me are the fields of Armond
But I do not know where they be
Someone from there is singing a song
But I don't know the song that they sing
Have I been to these fields in the days of my youth?
Have I heard this wild song in the wind?
Is the call simply rain pounding on my roof?
Or is it the call for my life to begin?
Perhaps it is the end of all things that have been
Perhaps I'll find it in my last days
But I think I shall always be searching then
The people will see me on their ways
For I shall always hear this call in the sunrise
And hear it ring forevermore in my heart
And in my last days I will lift mine eyes
and at last find the fields of Armond
No comments:
Post a Comment