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
I climb higher move towards the fire
Blaze sun
Silver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my sound
And the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alone
I climb higher move towards the fire
So blaze sun
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
Plae fading sun
Hooh~Ah hooh~