The Fields Have Turned Brown


I left my own home to rumble this country
my mother and dad said son don´t  go  round
remember that God will always watch out you
and we will be waiting for you here at home

R: Son don´t go up streight was portably told me
   remember that love for God can´t be found
   but now they both come this letter just told me
   for years they´ve been dead 
   the fields have turned brown

For many long years this road I have traveled
know thous of the days when I would return
now as I go home I find no one waiting
the price I must pay to live and to lern

Tiskni text z