The flowers in the field

The flowers in the field are golden, golden

How long will their color stay?

If the sunlight halo showers flowers

Gold will stay another day. 

The flowers in the field are golden, golden

But the coming clouds are grey;

If the stormy rain cloud showers flowers 

You’ll see gold another day. 

Flowers in the night are sleeping, sleeping 

Moonlight can ignite their bed,

But without the sun to wake them, make them

Which way should they turn their head?

The flowers in the field are fading, fading 

Shadows claim the sky and glen.

When the sun returns the color burns

But maybe gold won’t come again.