When fields lie calm and wind stands still
(Run home, run home)
As the crows make night of the fading Sun
(Hide now, hide now)
When the trees do bow, as if they weep
(Stay down, stay down)
Though its light beckons forth, a melody calls out
(Too late, too late)
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