Folk Song

Folk Song
summer sky & a throat bone dry
& the fields are all gold
dusty lane with a song in my brain
& it stoned me to my soul

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun
silver trees & a whispering breeze
are my sight & my sound
the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alone
i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun
watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun