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 that 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
But our childhood homes Still shine like kodachromes Where the ploughs have raped the clover Only gold and money rule ´Dreams are just for fools, poetry will get you nowhere´ But we have a mine Where all the yesterdays shine For my dream is never over
So every passing day Becomes a throwaway Like our childhood fields of clover
The once bold and clearblue sky Looks like it´s about to die Who will hear the whistleblower
But in my heart I´m there Even after all these years I run through fields of clover
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