Letra de Fields. - RAYE

(Feat. Grandad Michael)

It's been a long time since we talked

Call me back when you're free

I left him a voicemail that reads

"Dear Grandad

It's been so many months that I haven't called

Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list

All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad

Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do

And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand

So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone

And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, Grandad?

'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (Free)

You see (Free)

Like a child, rolling down a hill (Rolling down a hill)

In a field of golden and green

Where every burden that weighs on me (Ah)

Will fall away like a soft rain

And fall into a stream (Stream)

In a field of golden and green (Green)

I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room

Do you still play the piano, Grandad?

Play me something, play me "Clair de lune"

My goodness me, where did all the time go?

When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into bed

To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)

Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)

My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet

I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)

And I'll have a zest for life like when I was eighteen (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)

You see ,you see (Free)

I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free (Free)

Free of every single care (Every single care)

In a field of golden and red

And every burden that weighs on me (Ah)

Will fall away like a soft rain

And fall into a stream (Stream)

In fields of golden and green (Green)

Grandad

Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken

There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you

You asked me if I ever get lonely

But you can feel lonely in a crowded room

Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?

We were both born little with big dreams

And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day

He, I, wrote, and he, I, wrote till his, my, hands racked with pain

Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes

He said, "Who will hear my songs when I die?"

And I told him, "Grandad, so long as God gives me life

I will practice your song and I will give it my best try"

You see (Free)

I just wanna be free, yeah (Free)

Free of every single care (Every single care)

In a field of golden and red

And every burden that weighs on me (Ah)

Will fall away like a soft rain

And fall into a stream (Stream)

In fields of golden and green (Green)

In fields of golden and

Free

I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)

(No more, no more, no more, no more)

I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)

I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)

I just wanna be free ("For music is medicine", she cried from her soul)

I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)

(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)

I don't wanna be sad no more

(No more, no more, no more, no more)

I just wanna feel glory, Lord (And never forget, my love)

I just want to feel glory, Lord

You'll always be grandad's little girl

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