作词 : Burtnik, Gowan, Shaw ... | |
Sometimes | |
I close my eyes | |
And picture the plains | |
I see Buffalo | |
Bill and the | |
IroquoisRiding again | |
Open skies, fertile ground | |
This was heaven on earth | |
That they found | |
We got what they gave | |
By their God we were saved | |
They were humble not depraved | |
These streets we're afraid of | |
Once were the fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave | |
Where a Chevrolet rusts | |
By a closed shopping mall | |
Can you see through the dust | |
Where the brave ones stood tall | |
Buried deep where they fell | |
They live on in the stories we tell | |
They got what they gave | |
By their God they were saved | |
And I say this as | |
I prayI can't help but dream of | |
The days these were fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave | |
After all this time | |
And the struggles in between | |
We stand next in line | |
With the chance we can build on their dreams | |
In theFields of the brave | |
Fields of the brave | |
We got what they gave | |
In the fields of the brave | |
Let their spirits be saved | |
And I pray this on their graves | |
There'll be a return of | |
The days these were fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave |
zuo ci : Burtnik, Gowan, Shaw ... | |
Sometimes | |
I close my eyes | |
And picture the plains | |
I see Buffalo | |
Bill and the | |
IroquoisRiding again | |
Open skies, fertile ground | |
This was heaven on earth | |
That they found | |
We got what they gave | |
By their God we were saved | |
They were humble not depraved | |
These streets we' re afraid of | |
Once were the fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave | |
Where a Chevrolet rusts | |
By a closed shopping mall | |
Can you see through the dust | |
Where the brave ones stood tall | |
Buried deep where they fell | |
They live on in the stories we tell | |
They got what they gave | |
By their God they were saved | |
And I say this as | |
I prayI can' t help but dream of | |
The days these were fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave | |
After all this time | |
And the struggles in between | |
We stand next in line | |
With the chance we can build on their dreams | |
In theFields of the brave | |
Fields of the brave | |
We got what they gave | |
In the fields of the brave | |
Let their spirits be saved | |
And I pray this on their graves | |
There' ll be a return of | |
The days these were fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave |
zuò cí : Burtnik, Gowan, Shaw ... | |
Sometimes | |
I close my eyes | |
And picture the plains | |
I see Buffalo | |
Bill and the | |
IroquoisRiding again | |
Open skies, fertile ground | |
This was heaven on earth | |
That they found | |
We got what they gave | |
By their God we were saved | |
They were humble not depraved | |
These streets we' re afraid of | |
Once were the fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave | |
Where a Chevrolet rusts | |
By a closed shopping mall | |
Can you see through the dust | |
Where the brave ones stood tall | |
Buried deep where they fell | |
They live on in the stories we tell | |
They got what they gave | |
By their God they were saved | |
And I say this as | |
I prayI can' t help but dream of | |
The days these were fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave | |
After all this time | |
And the struggles in between | |
We stand next in line | |
With the chance we can build on their dreams | |
In theFields of the brave | |
Fields of the brave | |
We got what they gave | |
In the fields of the brave | |
Let their spirits be saved | |
And I pray this on their graves | |
There' ll be a return of | |
The days these were fields of the brave | |
The fields of the brave |