Dewy fields

Thursday, October 23, 2008

..When morning comes
Your dreams are real
In dewy fields
Your trace is left behind
So very little time
So very little hope
But you're looking for someone
While the rain is falling down
Looking, seeking, you're searching for someone
You're crossing dewy fields
You're walking in the woods
There's someone catching up
There's someone watching over you
Keeping secrets my precious thing
Your treasure is
Your enemy



Bel Canto, "Dewy Fields", from the album "Birds of Passage" (1990)