Fields Have Turned Brown

Transcribed by Brad Kale ([email protected]) The Fields Have Turned Brown I left my old home, to ramble this country My mother and dad, said son don't go wrong. Remember that God, will always watch over you. And we will be waiting, for you here at home. Son don't go astray, was what they both told me. Remember that love, for God can be found. But now they're both gone, this letter just told me. For years they've been dead, the fields have turned brown. For many long years, I've travelled in sorrow. No thought of the day, when I would return. Now as I come home, and find no one waiting, the price I have paid, to live and to learn. (Chorus)