Fields of roses,
With their leaves so close.
Oh how that water would flow.
With the wind and its blow.
Walking down the grassy red path,
And feel the earths wrath.
With fields of roses so bright,
They shall not stop us, even in the night.
Fields of roses, with their flowers so tall,
You’ll be walking till you have to crawl.
With the sun shining down on you,
And the violets so blue.
The en...
