Story Behind The Song
The ravages of war turn a playing field into a crying field.
Song Description
Powerful and impassioned Celtic style rock epic. Features guest vocalist Aida Dyrrah.
| Song Length |
6:49 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, World - Celtic |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Moving |
Subject |
War, Son |
| Similar Artists |
Jethro Tull, Sarah Brightman |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
THE CRYING FIELD
In this field God created, love sprang alive in the waves of laughter.
A first kiss brought a reverie, a child of hope and a family.
The wind of youth running free in golden grains of memory.
In this field a child became a man, and wipes his mother's tears.
(He says) no tears shall fall here in our field of joy.
When the war is over, winter shall be spring once more,
And life will harvest once again.
How many nights you dreamed of the wind in his hair,
As his silhouette fades into the horizon.
How many sons must leave their playing field.
How many mothers wave goodbye from a crying field.
In this field, night goes by, dreams begin to die,
As each memory clings to life.
How many springs, how many snows,
How many tears. How long? How long!
She keeps planting in the field, but nothing wants to grow.
How many nights you dreamed of the wind in his hair,
The day he faded into the horizon.
How many sons grow cold in the dying field.
How many mothers grow old in the crying field.
In this field God created, the wind has left to caress another heart.
The memories of laughter haunts her in the dark.
Now the weeds of despair alone find comfort there.