Wheat Field
I pray that I’ll see you
In the field amongst the heat and hazy distance
As golden life reaches to your hands
You look younger in my dreams.
Maybe when I see you,
You will smile, like you used to.
I pray that I’ll see you
In the field amongst the heat and hazy distance
As golden life reaches to your hands
You look younger in my dreams.
Maybe when I see you,
You will smile, like you used to.