Northern Pikes - Green Fields Lyrics
Green fields where I plowed as a farmer, in theseGreen fields where I fought when I was a soldier in these green fieldsCoat of arms and a man with flowersPink and smooth against the snowTop floor of the building rent is cheap and the stove’s includedA chimney black and bricks of brown sternly standing in the fogMonday noon but could be Tuesday fields never know the differenceNow I’m dreaming about NormandyNow I’m remembering the fields I knewPeering through the dusty slats at anything I care to seeSix floors up and all is well, as well expected to beThe man with flowers straightens the little room that he calls homePots and pans hang on the wall and wait to be abused by himNow I’m dreaming about bombs and bloodNow I’m remembering the things I didGreen the windows far awayA mile or two I’d dare to guessA banker or insurance man would know the meaning of this outrageBeds of asphalt sheets of clay and all the things that go with wisdomCoat of arms and the man with flowers plays his bagpipes in the darkNow I’m dreaming of St. ChristopherNow I’m remembering a summer morning
