[Intro: Gentle acoustic guitar picking with soft fiddle swells, setting a reflective tone.] [Verse 1] I remember the mornings, the dew on the ground, The sun breaking through as the world spun around. Daddy’s boots by the door, his hat in the hall, His voice carried strong as he gave us a call. “Get to the fields, boys, the work’s never done,” And we’d follow him out beneath the rising sun. The tractor roared loud, cutting rows through the dirt, While Mama patched jeans and sewed up our shirts. We weren’t rich, but we had what we’d need, And the lessons we learned were worth more than greed. [Chorus] In the fields of forever, where time moves slow, Where the grass feels greener and the warm winds blow. Every step we took, every seed we’d sow, Taught us how to live and let love grow. Though the years may change and the world may sever, I’ll always return to those fields of forever. [Verse 2] I can still hear Mama’s call from the porch, As the sun disappeared like a fading torch. She’d set out the plates while we washed up fast, And we’d sit ‘round the table as the evening passed. Grandpa spoke slow, with wisdom and care, Of the love he had lost and the dreams he still dared. He’d say, “Son, this land is a gift we defend, A place where hard work meets a harvest in the end.” And though he’s gone now, his words still remain, Etched in this soil like the roots of our name. [Chorus] In the fields of forever, where time moves slow, Where the grass feels greener and the warm winds blow. Every step we took, every seed we’d sow, Taught us how to live and let love grow. Though the years may change and the world may sever, I’ll always return to those fields of forever. [Verse 3: Deeply reflective and emotional.] Now I walk these rows with a heavy heart, The barn’s leaning left, the fence falls apart. My brothers moved on, Mama’s voice is now still, But I hear them all whisper in the quiet of the hills. The seasons have weathered this land and my face, But this farm holds a love that time can’t erase. I kneel in the dirt where the corn used to stand, And I swear I can feel Grandpa’s calloused hand. These fields aren’t just earth; they’re the home in my veins, They’re the stories that live in sunshine and rain. [Chorus] In the fields of forever, where time moves slow, Where the grass feels greener and the warm winds blow. Every step we took, every seed we’d sow, Taught us how to live and let love grow. Though the years may change and the world may sever, I’ll always return to those fields of forever. [steel guitar Instrumental] [Verse 3: Deeply reflective and emotional.] Now I walk these rows with a heavy heart, The barn’s leaning left, the fence falls apart. My brothers moved on, Mama’s voice is now still, But I hear them all whisper in the quiet of the hills. The seasons have weathered this land and my face, But this farm holds a love that time can’t erase. I kneel in the dirt where the corn used to stand, And I swear I can feel Grandpa’s calloused hand. These fields aren’t just earth; they’re the home in my veins, They’re the stories that live in sunshine and rain. [Chorus] In the fields of forever, where time moves slow, Where the grass feels greener and the warm winds blow. Every step we took, every seed we’d sow, Taught us how to live and let love grow. Though the years may change and the world may sever, I’ll always return to those fields of forever. [steel guitar Instrumental] [Tag] Oh I’ll always return to those fields of forever. [End Song]
