
Heaven's Field Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Home was tire tread
Wheels, and open road ahead
In the back I put a bed
With all my clothes, packed everything and left
And the hum of an engine
The howling of the wind
A song in my head gently whispering
Hope was a feeling I tried hard and long to know
Listening to her warm voice
Sleeping in the cold
I sang one to the night
She was all worn and tired
The lines along her face were constellations
Well I was Brooklyn bound
Playing in whisky towns
Passing through the country
Under Ohio's clouds
I sang songs to the man
To the hammer and the hands
To the boys back home
Oh my song became a hymn
Through the months of traveling
Giving all my praise to that wanderin
I followed your signs
Way up in the sky
Where would I be, oh
Just beneath, heaven's field