Fields of flowers, crops of sorrow Spreading fresh air to the ones of tomorrow Goodbye I may never grab you, little one, free your mind Let the wind blow through your weak soul You can continue crawling, look behind that window Whisper gently, whisper Little one, lose your hope Open up, I won't grab you Little one, lose your hope Open up, I won't grab you Just keep on stretching your hand I can hear, I can see you fading away I can almost hold you for a moment I may crawl, I may fall I may tremble just for you I may cry, I may lie
Stretch out your hand for me That gentle and innocent look expressing the sadness Involving that young soul into the deepest madness Little one, free your mind Let the wind blow through your weak soul You can continue crawling, look behind that window Whisper gently, whisper Take me back to the sun, guide me through my skin Hold me like no one, take me from within Little one, free your mind Let the wind blow through your weak soul You can continue crawling, look behind that window Whisper gently, whisper