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INTERPRÉTATION
Tim Hill
Basse
Corey Adams
Banjo
Philip Glenn
Violon
Brady Henrie
Pedal steel guitar
George Madrid
Pedal steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tim Hill
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jonny Bell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Cooley
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
The love field is a garden where we buried our seeds
And how it's grown, filled with misty dreams
Children hear the drums for the first time in their life
Oh, to be so innocent and not under the knife
Oh sun, my sun, take me to the sky
Leave me there high above 'til my time to die
Oh sun, my sun, take me to the sky
Leave me there high above 'til my time to die
Your golden hair hide your eyes
I've never seen that shade of shy
Will you keep me in your memory
For a later day fighting misery?
I hope you tell our story in the next book you write
I'll be on an empty beach, reading by the moonlight
Oh sun, my sun, take me to the sky
Leave me there high above 'til my time to die
Oh sun, my sun, take me to the sky
Leave me there high above 'til my time to die
Writer(s): Tim Hill
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