Submitted by:  Norm Milstein 10/28/2006

This entry relates to the past and present

Category(ies) of this entry:  
Neighborhoods

, Nature, Song

Click here -- Listen to "The Field"

Field, field, goin' to the field
You gotta walk way out in the field so pretty oh
Field, Field, just across the street
Gonna find a little peace in the field.

Where the fiddlenecks curl and the mustard whirls
And the poppies bob up and down so pretty
Where the morning-glories glory in the glory of the
morning
Gonna find a little peace in the field.

CHORUS

Gotta pave it, enslave it, rip it all up
We can never let anything be, no nothing,
Gotta cover it, smother it, carve it up and cut it up,
Nothing will be left of the field.
They say it's just an empty field, just a useless
piece of land,
They've got lots of good ideas to improve it and use
it.
There's nothing there but a ragged bunch of weeds.
It's time to put an end to the field.

CHORUS

I've seen five hundred meadowlarks hoppin' up and
down,
Singin' sweet songs to the dawn so pretty oh
Twenty five egrets standing so still
While the sweet wind sang through the tall graceful
grasses,
I came face to face with a burrowing owl,
Cute little guy from a hole in the ground,
Seen the ringnecked pheasant in a long low glide,
A scruffy old vulture looking sullen from a hay bale,
And romping through the brush I saw a rollicking
coyote
Like a goofy little kid in the field.
I've seen the sparrowhawks dart and the marsh hawks
wheel,
And the kites just hover in the sunset flames.
Over in the pond there's the mallard ducks and
avocets,
Overflow of life in the field so pretty.
There's an overflow of life in the field.

CHORUS

It's just an empty field, just a useless piece of
land,
We've got lots of good ideas to improve it and use it.
There's nothing gthere but a ragged bunch of weeds.
It's time to put an end to the field.

CHORUS