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- Wheatfield - (in memory of Ken Hensley) Thanks to Monica Hensley for her help. Lyrics by Vladimir Emelin Music by Tommy Lopez Recorded, produced and mixed by Tommy Lopez Executive producer Vladimir Emelin Video directed by Tommy Lopez Video art by Abelardo Kostanegra (Napi) Verse: Sitting close to the edge of a cliff. Gazing, through the distance, at the past. Close my eyes as though to make a wish. Instead, wonder if anything can last. Chorus: The battlefields I see Are fields of wheat. As harvest comes The past and future meet. The wheat field of your dreams, Abounds with love, As you watch from Your firmament, above. Wheat field Wheat field Wheat field of your dreams x2 Verse: We walked through this field in the late spring, Dreamed of all the joy that birth could bring. Scorched, we had no mercy from the sun. Soaked in showers of rain, but we had fun. Chorus: The battlefields I see Are fields of wheat. As harvest comes The past and future meet. The wheat field of your dreams, Abounds with
