Текст песни




Dusty road, it wound its way
Through the fields and groves
To cool alehouse shade
And freshly steaming loaves
The fields of wheat are burning
Our armies, they are returning
And I will be tomorrow
Sleeping in the sun
A bright blue cap of needlewort
Laced with tailored cord
Was picked for me 'neath the rowan mount
The throne of dragon lords
The fields of wheat are burning
Our armies, they are returning
And I will be tomorrow
Sleeping in the sun
A lantern's lit with laughter
In the lady window's eye
To guide a weary traveler
To comfort and fruit pie
The fields of wheat are burning
Our armies, they are returning
And I will be tomorrow
Sleeping in the sun



Авторы: Paul Roland


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