Folk Song
The Sundays
[Intro] x4 [Verse 1] Summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold Dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul [Chorus] I climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun [Solo] x4 | [Verse 2] Silver trees and a whispering breeze are my sight and my sound The thought of heaven couldn’t drag me from the path when I’m wandering here alone [Chorus] I climb higher move towards the fire so blaze sun Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky pale fading sun [Instrumental] [Outro] Now Oooh Oooh Now Oooh Oooh Ahhh (oh oh oh oh) Now Oooh Oooh Oooh Ahhh Now Oooh Oooh Oooh Aaah