Fields of Gold

Fields of Gold

Written By: Matthew Hussey

I may not be at the front of any race

You might frequently catch me staring out in to space

I'm a wide eyed wanderer

Won't you waver with me?

Come on love

Let's go walking in these fields of gold

No, I don't take such an obvious approach

I'm not your average book on the shelf

I'd rather have a caravan in the hills

Call it home

We'll go walking these fields of gold

We will roam

We will roam

We will roam

I like taking the less traveled road

I don't even care if we know where we're going

We'll be wide eyed wanderers

Unreserved, uncontrolled

Every place that we are

Call it home

It never gets old

Come on love

Let's go walking in these fields of gold

Come on love

Let's go walking in these fields of gold

Come on love

Let's go walking in these fields of gold