In Fields That Were the Universe
We stood amidst the morning mist
Where freedom lay revealed
We conquered hay-bale mountaintops
We Titans of the Fields
Each summer meant adventures spent
Each future still unknown
In fields that were the universe
In worlds that were our own
Our lives progressed, we less and less
Explored the clouded fields
The magic wouldn’t show itself
Its dwelling lay concealed
Yet still we’re drawn to misty dawns
Where wonders yet exist
In fields that were the universe
In worlds we sorely miss
