Childhood Fields Of Clover - Espen Lind

Friend why don’t you come with me

To where we used to be

On our childhood fields of clover

Share some of those magic spells

And all those wishing wells

On our childhood fields of clover

We had no restraints

We could be the villains or the saints

So won’t you stop a little while

And share a childhood smile

For the dreams of now are over

Did they really age and die

Like a little butterfly

Left in childhood fields of clover

In the autumn chill

The modern times had their will

And our childhood days were over…

Over…

But our childhood homes still shine like kodachromes

Where the ploughs have raped the clover

Only golden and money rule

Dreams are just for fools

But we have a mine

Where all the yesterdays shine

For my dream is never over

So every passing day, becomes a throwaway

Like our childhood fields of clover

The once bold and clear blue sky

Looks like it’s about to die

Who will hear the whistleblower

But in my heart I’m there

Even after all these years

I run through fields of clover…

The dream’s not over…