road to the fields /// hansi & the gretels

 

 

on the road to the fields
hiding the load behind my shields

 

my mind's not going there
it's going anywhere

 

trying to bring the water to the mill
on the road to the fields

 

dusty throat and rusty steel

 

anything that floats may tend to heal

 

 

once on those riverbanks

 

grabbing with my hands

 

i lost it to the sands

 

´til i learned how to bend

 

 

my face into the stream to draw the feel

on the road to the fields

 

time to go and turn the wheels

 

to dump the load and drop the shields

 

 

'cause in those trodden fields

 

a big machine of flesh and steel

 

is snapping at my heels

 

it rolls on carrier-runningwheels

 

and wants me to run just to stand still

 

 

so many friends climbed in

 

to run just for the spin

 

and with some selfish desperate grin

 

they disappear in that machine

 

never to be seen

 

 

time to quit the scene

 

to walk the fields of green

 

and put some distance in between

 

the light a fire that is seen

 

and send up some smoke rings

 

to the eyes of those miniature kings

 

to tell them i'm no longer in

 

that i'm gone

 

with the wind

 

 

time to move on up across the hills

 

and leave the road to the fields ….