i press my weary feet in a pasture that i know and laid her body down the way that wind had fell i know her only sin was to follow me in kind a thousand dirty fields had made her body cry the lightness of her dress the grass that was her bed would breeze against the sun which falls to earth instead and she just fades from me in six neath the stones that arose from the sea and she just faded from me beyond distant shores she is waiting for me i fall asleep and rest my bleary eyes batted lash could last me through the night and if i wait till dawn it will come to me a picture of this field as i want it to be with her there dressed in flames by the sea and she just fades from me in six neath the stones that arose from the sea and she just faded from me beyond distant shores she is waiting for me