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Fields Of Progeny

	Old melody that I tried to learn
	When I gave myself over to it
	Learned every step and my efforts were met
	When it rain and it told and it sang
	Panel on strings, familiar rings
	If the line is a chain past today
	Then each fielder I played is another that stayed
	To turn himself into the link
	And he’s still up here somewhere I think
	And I hear the old voices singing
	This song will never land
	It was here long ago and continues to grow
	In the fields of progeny
	In the fields of progeny
	Where is the culture you ask? I don’t know
	And when is the future you ask? I don’t know
	Is it locked in the ice?
	Is it under the frost?
	I can hardly hear the heart beating
	But it’s under the snow I suppose
	And where is the history?
	And where is the memory?
	Where is the language that I used to know?
	Is it locked in the ice?
	Is it under the frost?
	I can hardly hear the heart beating
	But it’s under the snow I suppose
	And I hear the old voices singing
	This song will never land
	It was here long ago and continues to grow
	In the fields of progeny
	In the fields of progeny

	Old melody that I tried to learn
	When I gave myself over to it
	Learned every step and my efforts were met
	When it rain and it told and it sang
	Panel on strings, familiar rings
	If the line is a chain past today
	Then each fielder I played is another that stayed
	To turn himself into the link
	And he' s still up here somewhere I think
	And I hear the old voices singing
	This song will never land
	It was here long ago and continues to grow
	In the fields of progeny
	In the fields of progeny
	Where is the culture you ask? I don' t know
	And when is the future you ask? I don' t know
	Is it locked in the ice?
	Is it under the frost?
	I can hardly hear the heart beating
	But it' s under the snow I suppose
	And where is the history?
	And where is the memory?
	Where is the language that I used to know?
	Is it locked in the ice?
	Is it under the frost?
	I can hardly hear the heart beating
	But it' s under the snow I suppose
	And I hear the old voices singing
	This song will never land
	It was here long ago and continues to grow
	In the fields of progeny
	In the fields of progeny