There was a field in my old town<br />
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Where we always played hand in hand<br />
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The wind was gently touching the grass<br />
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We were so young so fearless<br />
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Then I dreamt over and over <br />
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Of you holding me tight under the stars<br />
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I made a promise to my dear Lord<br />
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I will love you forever<br />
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Time has passed<br />
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So much has changed<br />
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But the field remains in my heart<br />
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Oh, where are you?<br />
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I need to tell you I still love you<br />
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So I reach out for you<br />
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You fly around me like a butterfly<br />
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Your voice still echoes in my heart<br />
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You are my true love<br />
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There was a field in my old town<br />
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Where in Spring all flowers blossomed wide<br />
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We were chasing butterflies<br />
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Hand in hand till close of day<br />
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Your voice still echoes in my heart<br />
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Soprano Kathleen Battle
La poésie est un chant et une parole. C'est une parole qui parle à la parole de l'homme et qui permet, si elle est entendue, la part miraculeuse de l'existence - Gabriel Mwènè Okoundji -