Dm D5    Dm                      C/G
        To evergreen fields of my youth i will sing
            Bb                         A
        My steps left no footprints behind
            Dm                       C/G
        No fruit of the harvest lent weight to my pockets
               Bb                         A
        Small knowledge was stowed in my mind
             F                      Dm
        Now youth has forsaken this old man
            F                        Dm
        My seasons are numbered by three
            F                            Dm
        No seeds have been sown in the plowed fields
                       C/G        Dm
        No harvest is waiting for me

[Verse 2]
         Dm                       C/G
        A cripple for life is the fate of the loner
             Bb                         A
        No fruit will be borne by his tree
               Dm                             C/G
        These foughts pierce my mind while in echoes of memories
            Bb                           A
        A young voice too late calls to me
              F                              Dm
        Come run through my dream fields,you old man
          F                       Dm
        Search beyond your windowsill
            F                            Dm
        Go touch my high moutains and valleys
                             C/G        Dm
        Come sleep 'neath my evergreen fields