Wheatfield With Crows

Someday I’ll travel with you in a carriage
Through snow and leaves and rain
Someday I’ll dress in maroon and velvet
The farmers will sing your name

Someday the sun will fall for the last time
Desire gone from its glow
Someday the crows will peck at my eyelids
The ground hard from the cold

Someday I’ll walk with you in the country
And leaves will fall from the trees
Someday you’ll hold me and whisper I love you
And I will believe

(lyrics: Dan Bern)

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