Open Fields

Written by：Douglas Menzies MacLean

Great halls wide with the ages

And filled with the treasures of time

High walls more than the strongest of hearts

Should believe they could climb

We all stand here broken and torn

We long to get back to what's real

Back to the open fields

Back to the rolling hills

Back to the running burn

I don't know anything greater than you

High talk

Carefully chosen to distance and hold well away

Thin words more than the gentlest of hearts

Can honestly say

We all stand here broken and torn

We long to get back to what's real

Back to the open fields

Back to the rolling hills

Back to the running burn

I don't know anything greater than you

It turns inside itself never ever to be understood

Great days held for the few who don't care

And don't think they should

We all stand here broken and worn

We long to get back to what's real

Back to the open fields

Back to the rolling hills

Back to the running burn

I don't know anything greater than you