Here i'm lying in a field of weed The great blue sky is all surrounding me The rest it gives me is a marvel thing I see a bird who's cleaning his two wings
Fly, fly away from all the lawyers The screaming children playing with their toys People always running after me To tell me what to have What to be
I look upon the landscape and i see In the distance there stands an old gum tree I close my eyes and slowly sink away In this field where i always wanna stay
Oh, i sleep Yes, i sleep In this field In this field In this field
I'm losing my sense for the time The occupative world is there behind I wish i could always separate Myself like this but now It's just too late
