The lights are low down Mexico way,
can you see them from here?
In indigo and azure flower,
can you see them glow?
It's rare for November,
now I know why I came so far.
Escaping, I was crazy then,
to think I could run away from,
The fields of Eden, the fields of England.
The fields of Eden, have a special air
(O how I miss them).
The fields of Eden, the fields of England,
the fields of Eden...
The mists are low on Venice Main Street,
can you feel it in the air?
The frosted roofs and auto landscapes,
a divine cemetery.
It's rare for November,
now I know why I came so far.
Escaping, I was crazy then,
to think I could run away from.
The fields of Eden, the fields of England.
The fields of Eden, mansions of despair.
The fields of Eden, the fields of England,
the fields of Eden...
Like Richard First I'm fighting hard
to keep a Lion's heart.
But this is no Christian holy war
(with god on my side).
One day in May I'll find my way,
I'll lie back and celebrate.
The morning, the dawning.
When it feels so good to be alive,
the sunrise rising on the day...
