summer sky and a throat bone dry
and all the fields are all golddusty lane with a song in my brain
and it stoned me to my souli climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sunsilver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my soundthe thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alonei climb higher move towards the fire
so blaze sun
watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
plae fading sun
