Like young irish men in english bars
the song of home betrays us
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field

like truthful glances we exchange
the song of home betrays us

like letters written in despair
never to be opened
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field

i took her picture from the wall
i poured her scent away
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field

i wished her well among the stars
i sheltered from the day

and now the places that i love
allow me no returning

the shining dreams of winter skies
the sadness and the burning
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field

the ferries vanish in the snow
we telephone our children

i'll never love like this again
i couldn't lift the burden
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field

and like young irishmen in english bars
the song of home betrays us

what does that mean?
what does that mean?

it means a fallow field in winter
when frost is on the land
when the fox is on the run
down by the riverside
where the furrow meets the sun
where the furrow hugs the riverbank
and nothing can be done
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Writer(s): JACKIE LEVEN