Letras
Somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me
She frolics in the lane
In a land of endless spring
No scavengers or machines, she is free
Somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me
And as the cars go rolling by
The highway hums a lullaby
She's sleeping on the side of the street
But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
Now I walk these hills alone
With no little one
With no little one
To stumble along after me
But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
She frolics in the lane
No scavengers or machines
No scavengers or machines, she is free