Under the wheels,
Under my feet,
Pass mile upon mile
Of old fields of wheat.
And out of the corner
No the tip of my eye,
There are fields of green
Just passing right by.
No matter how much
I have in the bank
Or how much I owe
On this bike I now thank
The mercy of nature
For the fields I see
And the fertile land
In the heart of me.
Under my feet,
Pass mile upon mile
Of old fields of wheat.
And out of the corner
No the tip of my eye,
There are fields of green
Just passing right by.
No matter how much
I have in the bank
Or how much I owe
On this bike I now thank
The mercy of nature
For the fields I see
And the fertile land
In the heart of me.
Amanda Mapel
No comments:
Post a Comment