Show LONGING S The rem fields to America make my heart sore The green fields to America that I have i fi lJe traveled oer Oh many and many a mile they stretch so wide and free I The green fields to America between my love and me I Theres a pretty bird a birdeen gray he swings on high Nor fears at all the pathless main the trackless sky Oh if I had that birdeens wing tis I would take The green flslds from America S for my S loves sake Oh what to me were wastes of storm and miles of sea The compass in my heart points straight I to my countree To where my love sits quietly besid3 the sands Of the green fields to America with his head in his hands The little fields we once did roam were gold and green And here we list the washing waves < and white foam between > Above the little fields at home the hills 5 ate blue God bless the kindly fields at horns the fond love I knew t Now God and Mary strengthen mo to take that way The green fields from America some lucky day And God and Mary bring me safe to stray nomore From the little fislds I knew of old and kind love of yore yorePall Mall Gazette |