The Fields Have Turned Brown

              D
I left my old home, to ramble this 
country
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My mother and dad, said son don't 
    D
go wrong.
               G                   
Remember that God, will always 
   D
watch over you.
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And we will be waiting, for you 
      D
here at home.

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              G                    
Son don't go astray, was what they 
     D
both told me.
                A                  
Remember that love, for God can be 
   D
found.
                      G        
But now they're both gone, this 
              D
letter just told me.
                        A
D
For years they've been dead, the 
fields have turned
brown.


For many long years, I've travelled 
in sorrow.
No thought of the day, when I would 
return.
Now as I come home, and find no one 
waiting,
the price I have paid, to live and 
to learn.

(Chorus)