Trobar de Morte Trobar de Morte - While The Field Is Green

Run again
And take my hand
Breath in the wind
While the fields are green

Dance in the night
Turn in the dark
Shining eyes
While the fields are green

Full moon rise
In silver light
A melody will sing
While the fields are green

Mermaids smiling
Of forgotten tales
Combing its hairs
While the fields are green

Run again
And take my hand
Breath in the wind
While the field is green

Dance in the night
Turn in the dark
Shining eyes
While the fields are green