Be still my beating heart It would be better to be cool It's not time to be open just yet A lesson once learned is so hard to forget Be still my beating
I see me with you and all the things you do Keep turning round and round in my mind Forget the weather we should always be together And any other thought
I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on the side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York
guns had been pounding through the night It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the fields
In Europe and America there's a growing feeling of hysteria Conditioned to respond to all the threats In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets Mister
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our
You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy church You could say I lost my sense of direction You
fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold
the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields
it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I
king the green gotti / I sting bodys wit fat lingo/ out the trunk im plattino/ bloods thick in ill my fams the 10th power of the gambino/ raid the field
They even tried kidnappin' me an' they would?ve snatched me If their craft didn?t get trapped in the Earth?s gravity Engines started to fail, crashed into a farmer?s field
Original: Fields Of Gold Musik und Text: Gordon Matthew Sumner (Sting) Ik ligg hier bi di, un ik dink dor an, wat wi noch allens so vor harrn Du vertellst