Is is true, days will come With forgiveness and grace You will walk in the field, like an innocent traveler Your naked foot will fondel the lucerne grass And the spica's thorns will prick you And the pricking will be sweet.
A shower will get you with all it's pounding drops On your shoulder, chest, neck and refresh your head You will walk in the wet field, and quite will grow in you, Like the light at the edge of the cloud.
You breathed in the smell of the ploughman Breath and relax You saw the sun, like a mirror in the golden puddle Simple are the things and life, they can be touched And it is permitted to love.
You will walk alone in the field, you will not burn in the heat The fires in the roads, stiffened from fear and blood. And with all your honest heart you will be modest and submissive