Miracle in Itself
SEXSMITH
As the fields go hurrying by
In a blaze of earth and sky
My thoughts go racing too
To find their way back home
To you
How do I make myself clear?
I don't speak the language here
Don't know my way around
I'm a stranger in the town
You know
"Patience" says my heart and mind
But my soul knows it must leave in time
As the sun goes solemnly down
In the fields beyond this town
It holds me in its spell
It's a miracle in itself
You know
"Patience" says my heart and mind
But my soul knows it must leave in time
It holds me in its spell
It's a miracle in itself
You know
