Fields A Plenty

Pain is easy, love is rare

Sorrow is cheap, enlightenment takes time

When we drown in our tears

We fail to see the light,

 

Find the sun

Find the love

Music can heal

It's the magic in me,

 

The fork in the road comes closer

Will you take the path of sorrow

dark and dreary?

 

Or the path with sunshine

And green grass

leading to fields a plenty,

 

Amazing grace!

 

Together we find the light

We dance and sing

And show the love

The rare love we will find.