Allman Brown – Fields of England

And all this earth
At your feet
Feel it heave
Hear it speak
Of the years
That have passed
The glory it's had

Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by sun and the rain
And the ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees
All those kings
All those queens
How they fade
In to the dreams
Standing stones
Buried blades
In the end what will remain?

Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by the sun and the rain
And the ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees
Lying whole
On this sceptre'd isle of golden shores
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by the sun and the rain
And the ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees

Those fields of England lay
Kept warm by the sun and the rain
And the ghosts of all the lovers that have lain
Still live in those old oak trees