The fields of France

Duration 3.22

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When tiny feet are playing
the coldest heart shall warm
with futures shining in their eyes
a better world is born
the fields of France are resting
the sleep that never ends
near monuments to avarice
lie rows of fallen friends

When happy feet are dancing
two hearts that dance as one
to celebrate a union
a love that's just begun
the fields of France contented
their deaths were not in vain
if those they loved and left behind
would never know such pain

When tired feet are marching
through endless reasons why
their God was truly on their side
and God would never lie
the fields of France are restless
they've heard such words before
they stand beside a God that cries
I never spoke of war

When lifeless feet are laid to rest
beneath a distant star
those they loved and left behind
are soon to bear the scar
the fields of France are once again
crying out in pain
as the wheel that's turned by avarice
comes around again

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Words & Music by Nemo James