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Fields of Eden

 

Sweet November mornings

up before the dawn

could feel the new day coming

Steam rising off the pond

I would drink my hot, black coffee

smell the wood smoke in the air

 I could see the fields of Eden

and almost touch them there

 

I could see the fields of Eden

 see the fields of Eden

 see the fields of Eden

almost touch them there

 

I lived there with a young woman

I will never forget her face

She was all flannels and denim

(sometimes linen and lace)

I recall the strong clean lines of her

She was plain spoken and wise

I could see the see the fields of Eden

almost touch them in her eyes

 

I could see the fields of Eden.

see the fields of Eden

see the fields of Eden

almost touch them in her eyes

 

I worked all day in the autumn air

(back then, I worked with my hands,)

The taste of honest spring water in my mouth,

Leaves falling on the land

I would cut my wood and stack it there

The alder and the fir

as the day would fade away, my friend

my thoughts would turn to her

oh, my heart was filled with the joy of her

And how much she was like the land

She was beauty and fecundity

she held me in her hands

 

see the fields of Eden

see the fields of Eden

see the fields of Eden

almost touch them with my hands

 

 And as the day turned to smoky evening 

I would put my work away

I would head back down to a cedar shake house

On a cliff above the bay

Like Earth, stone and timber

Like the Cascades and the Sound

Like the Orca and the Eagle on high 

I almost touched on holy ground

 

see the fields of Eden

see the fields of Eden

see the fields of Eden

touched the holy ground,

touched the holy ground,