I see in the fields the grass grows
I see in the fields the birds fly
I see in the fields the many many rows
I see in the fields that people die
We have been brought to play in the fields
We have been brought to lay in the fields
We have been brought to die in the fields
Many say that this is bad
Many say that this is good
By the Mother and Father we shall soon know
The fields are not here for just us
The fields are there for everything that is just
By the Mother and Father they will show us
Show us the light that has been bestowed
But as always there is light
Somewhere there must be dark
But in the fields that we care
The light shines upon us without fear or despair
In the fields we shall stay
For the Mother and the Father wanted it this way