The Fields Have Turned Brown

I left my old home to ramble this country
My mother and dad said son don’t go wrong
Remember that god will aways watch o’er you
And we will be waiting for you here at home
Son don’t go astray was what they both told me
Remember that love for god can be found
But now they’re both gone this letter just told me
For years they’ve been dead, the fields have turned brown
For many long years this world i have rambled
No thoughts of the day when i would return
Now as i go home and find no one waiting
The price i have paid to live and to learn