The Fields Have Turned Brown

I left my old home to ramble this country

My mother and dad said, "Son don't go wrong

Remember that God will always watch over you

And we will be waiting for you here at home"

"Son, don't go astray", was what they both told me

"Remember that love for God can be found"

But now they're both gone, this letter just told me

For years they've been dead, the fields have turned brown

For many long years I traveled in sorrow

No thoughts of the day when I would return

Now as I go home and find no one waiting

The price I have paid to live and to learn

"Son, don't go astray", was what they both told me

"Remember that love for God can be found"

But now they're both gone, this letter just told me

For years they've been dead, the fields have turned brown