The Sundays - Folk Song lyrics

summer sky and a throat bone dry and all the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul i climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun silver trees and a whispering breeze are my sight and 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 so blaze sun watch until it dies slow falling from the sky plae fading sun