GREEN FIELDS
A story from the heartland of Ontario.

In Peterborough County there's a village in a valley
Me, I have a farm at the top of the hill
You can have your city streets
And your backyards and your alleys
Me, I have these green fields
And I always will
And I married out of high school to a girl I knew forever
And we settled in together and three children came
And the life that we were living
Was forgive and be forgiven
But whenever I saw sunshine
She could only see rain
Left me standing in the cornfields
With the dry land all around me
And I felt myself sinking like the setting sun
And the sky was like the ocean
Pouring down around me
I used to be so proud and I was all undone
So I kept on working my land, and I held on with
both hands
And I watched the seasons turning in the sky above
And I worked beside my father
And we bent our backs together
And I wondered would I ever find
Someone to love
But when I was good and ready, when I stood up
strong and steady
Love came with the letters in the morning mail
And I knew that I had found her
When I put my arms around her
When I see her now in the morning
How that sunrise pales
Leaves me standing in the cornfields
With the dry land all around me
And I feel myself rising like the morning sun
And the sky is like the ocean
Wide and blue and rolling
And I know that in my own heart
She's the only one
In Peterborough County there's a village in a valley
Me, I have a farm at the top of the hill
You can have your city streets and your backyards
and your alleys
Me, I have these green fields
And I always will


Words and Music:
©David Francey (Millbrook, Ontario, July 1998)

 

 
 

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