He had a dream It had fallen To him To open The fields Of the flannel shirt His father was sleeping In the night He died In the old way Behind horses But when He woke up There was no One to tell
Opening the Fields
Opening the Fields
Opening the Fields
He had a dream It had fallen To him To open The fields Of the flannel shirt His father was sleeping In the night He died In the old way Behind horses But when He woke up There was no One to tell