The Fields Have Turned Brown

              D
I left my old home, to ramble this country
               G                       D
My mother and dad, said son don't go wrong.
               G                      D
Remember that God, will always watch over you.
                 A                       D
And we will be waiting, for you here at home.

              G                         D
Son don't go astray, was what they both told me.
                A                     D
Remember that love, for God can be found.
                      G                      D
But now they're both gone, this letter just told me.
                        A
D
For years they've been dead, the fields have turned
brown.


For many long years, I've travelled in sorrow.
No thought of the day, when I would return.
Now as I come home, and find no one waiting,
the price I have paid, to live and to learn.

(Chorus)