Video Fields Of Eden de Magna Carta 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Magna Carta - Fields Of Eden Lyrics

My name it is nothing, and my story it is plain
For I was born in the north lands of England
And the hills where my horizon, riding shotgun in the rain
Blowing cold down the green fields of Eden

Knee high and growing, life was hard and sweet
With just enough to be and none left over
And the old man walked the frozen hills
With his dog and a farmer's eye
On the land they call the green fields of Eden

And the old house was a refuge a sentinel in stone
She'd been there for as long as folks remember
Ravaged by the bitter wind that cut down to the bone
She stood alone in the green fields of Eden

You can tell it to the wise men, you can mention it to fools
That the old ways are losing their direction some are
Beached up on their feet, and far away on a city street
Who gives a damn about the green fields of Eden

From the rising of the sun, to the silver sailing moon
The old men worked the land as was their custom
When their toiling days were done, then they'd
Hand on to their sons, to carry
On down the green fields of Eden

No one quite remembers, where it all went wrong
No one can be quite sure for certain
For politicians, they've got ears
but the truth lies in arrears
And they're deaf, to the voice, of the people

Money bought the birthright, money came to stay
Stealing like a thief thru' the heartlands
For the working farm's now still
and there's silence on the hill
It's a house, in the country, for the banker and the

Big men give the reasons
where the little dogs make the rules
But might I just suggest one word of warnin
When the goin', it gets rough and some
People have had enough, watch out for
Storm-clouds, on your new day dawnin' we were

We were there before the cities
we were dust before the towns
The land it held our hearts and fed our children
Tears of joy filled the sky and our sorrows bled the earth
We never knew there'd come a time when it was over

Well, that's my story, and now that it is done
Spare a thought for the ghosts up on the mountain
For the sons have left the land never to return
To a land they call the green fields of Eden
A land they call the green fields of Eden