Vídeo de música
Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Espen Lind
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Espen Lind
Composer
Johannessen
Composer
Letra
Friend, why don't you come with me
To where we used to be
On our childhood fields of clover
Share some of those magic spells
And all those wishing wells
On our childhood fields of clover
We had no restraints
We could be the villains or the saints
So won't you stop a little while
And share a childhood smile
For the dreams of now are over
Did they really age and die
Like a little butterfly
Left in childhood fields of clover
In the autumn chill
The modern times had their will
And our childhood days were over
Over
But our childhood homes
Still shine like Kodachromes
Where the plows have raped the clover
Only gold and money rule
And dreams are just for fools
Poetry will get you nowhere
But we have our minds
We're over yesterday's shine
For my dream is never over
So every passing day
Becomes a throwaway
Like our childhood fields of clover
The once bold and clear blue sky
Looks like it's about to die
Who will hear the whistle blower?
In my heart I'm there
Even after all these years
I run through our fields of clover
The dream's not over
Written by: Espen Lind, Johannessen