paroles de chanson The Dreamer - FIELDS

- I used to be
- One of the dreamers
- Spent my days staring at the clouds
- Way back when
- I stuggle to think about what thinkers would think of me and you

- Oh, growing up
- Might saw so simple
- For the youngs just wish or wait their days 'til the older now
- But deep deep down
- The older man would give anything to relive all those days again

- Oh, the sweetest thing that I'll ever know
- Would come inside and then leave you all alone
- For all the pretty roses and also many tones
- Keep your head up, son, don't break your heart

- Up on that hill and across the field
- Our hairy trees will swing and sing all afternoon
- We'll meet our world
- Our own litte Hollywood
- Hasn't all the memories of dreamers