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 of 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...
Over...
But our childhood homes still shine like kodachromes
Where the ploughs have raped the clover
Only golden and money rule
Dreams are just for fools
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 clear blue 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...
The dream's not over...
