The Lark

Out in the field where the lark it flies
Over the earth where my heart it lies
Oh how it sings where the west wind blows
Out in this field where no-one goes
Oh how I’m cold will you let me in
If you could hear me speak, where would I begin
Time it is past and now I roam free
Is it wrong to wish you still need me
Is it wrong ot wish you still need me
Out in the field where the lark it sings
There I was waiting for all love brings
There I stood and there I fell
Out in the field that I know well
Out in the field where the lark resides
Here I’ll remain where my heart can hide
Only the lark and the west wind know
I’m in this field where no-one goes
Out in the