1 Every sunday I go to the fields, Like an look for the truth and some there. I'm a candle dim bonfire in the darkness, And I hope what alone I can say.
chorus: And you may come to mind what I'm right, And maybe I will preacher of new faith. You may say what I'm fool and naive, But I must be and will live for some wait.
2 Every sunday I go to the fields, Like an look for the truth and some there. I'm a candle dim bonfire in the darkness, And I hope what alone I can say.
chorus: And you may come to mind what I'm right, And maybe I will preacher of new faith. You may say what I'm fool and naive, But I must be and will live for some wait.