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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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