In Fields Full of Gold

In fields full of gold
Wild flowers bloom and last
Where nothing ever grows old

The worms young and bold
Filter through the ground
In fields full of gold

The fertile soil remains
With nourishment for grains
Where nothing ever grows old

The scent of spring is strong
It sprinkles through the air
In fields full of gold

The colours vibrantly bright
Bursting with pure life
Where nothing ever grows old

The crows blackened beaks
Sing no songs of death
In fields full of gold
Where nothing ever grows old