Letra de Folk Song
Summer sky and a throat bone dry And all the fields are all goldDusty lane with a song in my brain And it stoned me to my soulI climb higher move towards the fire Blaze sunSilver trees and a whispering breeze Are my sight and my soundThe thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path When i'm wandering here aloneI climb higher move towards the fire So blaze sunWatch until it dies slow falling from the sky Plae fading sun