dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now? Where every tear that falls on a memory feels Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow And these fields
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Was you asleep and dreaming I've seen you when your ship came in And when your train was leaving The sweetest thing I ever saw Was you asleep and dreaming
With an ivory pipe and a cummerbund In the dead of night on the autobahn With the long ago on the radio And the dreaming moon We were young and in love
dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now Where every tear that falls on a memory Feels like rain on the rusted plow Rain on the rusted plow And these fields
Translation: Fields Of The Nephilim. Dead But Dreaming.
Translation: Magnetic Fields. The Dreaming Moon.
Translation: Magnetic Fields. Asleep And Dreaming.
Translation: Yearwood, Trisha. The Dreaming Fields.
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mass suicide among us Convey my crucifix Pleading for release Walk through the fields of the Dead This garden swallowing me Walk through the fields
the dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now Where every tear that falls on a memory Feels like rain on the rusted plow Rain on the rusted plow And these fields
I not save One from the pitiless wave Is all that we see or seem Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream Dream, dream, dream ...
life's been Afraid of waking up So afraid to take the dream Take the dream Take care Take the dream Shapes of angels, the night casts Lie dead but dreaming
everything I want to be things that people only dream and if anything your everything that I am I've got these dreams ... yes, I've got these dreams and
to dream Of what was once and might have been If only I'd known I'll dream alone Dreams we had a few but what kind of dream Beats you black and blue
