all done Now they don?t matter anymore [chorus:] Then we left the fields We stopped sinking in sorrow There?s no meaning in this memory We were leaving the fields
Fields sing a Winter song Jack Frost is here again Dressed in a cape of the blackest black silk Looking for his oldest old friend But nobody's seen Mister
: Fields sing a winter song Jack frost is here again Dressed in a cape of the blackest black silk Looking for his oldest old friend But nobodys seen