The field down the path
There is a field down the path where the memories lay
That never fades like the green grass that never goes away
Wild flowers grow and Lilies bloom
In the field down the path where dreams loom
Children play by day lovers meet by night
In the field down the path where romance is bright
spring changes to summer summer to fall
In the field down the path that holds it all
Year after year the days go by
But that field never changes as time flies
Slowly by slow the memories change
In the field down the path it begins to rain
Inch by inch dreams are washed away
In that field down the path where the memories lay
No longer running barefoot will lovers be
Because that field down the path we can no longer see
until the fates let us,
Ali
