Tom: D
Introdução:
Dm D5 Dm C/G
To evergreen fields of my youth i will sing
Bb A
My steps left no footprints behind
Dm C/G
No fruit of the harvest lent weight to my pockets
Bb A
Small knowledge was stowed in my mind
F Dm
Now youth has forsaken this old man
F Dm
My seasons are numbered by three
F Dm
No seeds have been sown in the plowed fields
C/G Dm
No harvest is waiting for me
Dm C/G
A cripple for life is the fate of the loner
Bb A
No fruit will be borne by his tree
Dm C/G
These foughts pierce my mind while in echoes of memories
Bb A
A young voice too late calls to me
F Dm
Come run through my dream fields,you old man
F Dm
Search beyond your windowsill
C/G Dm
Come sleep 'neath my evergreen fields