Из альбома: First Mind
After all the people picking people picking people apart, my love,
(and) after all the dealing, the hooking and reeling along from the start
Oh there's a field meet me there...
Out beyond rightness and wrong meet me there...
Woman your living, loving your leading me on, living i'm alive sweet woman keep loving me oh...
Cause they wake up every morning with the cradle in there hand but they pretend its a game,
Acting like the only place the truth could ever live was up on Shacklewell lane,
Oh there's a field meet me there...
Please come alone tie back your hair...
I tried yesterday takes me so long to say but i need you to know,
And darling you show by leaving me so
the only way to hold on is keep letting go,
Oh there's a field meet me there...
You know i'm on my way meet me there...
Oh there's a field meet me there...
Out beyond rightness and wrong meet me there...
Oh walk my way meet me there...
Please come alone tie back your hair...
After all the people picking people picking people apart my love.