David Elias - Field of Wood lyrics

Field of Wood You don't really know anything And you don't know when the going's good And in the end it means everything Sunday flowers in this field of wood Your gla**es are too strong Your vision's far too long Bake it in the sun for a day Your rainy day is here it never seems to clear Step far away In the air You recall the high waterfall And you remember where the hemlock stood And in the end it's a winter wall Of Sunday flowers in this field of wood The poetry's real nice it never breaks the ice File it away in a dream Your rainy day is here it never seems to clear Step far away In the air You recall the white waterfall And you remember where the hemlock stood And in the end it's a winter wall Of Sunday flowers in this field of wood