| Song | Fields of Forever |
| Artist | Jack Bruce |
| Album | Silver Rails |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Wrote myself a sad song a million years ago | |
| It took off down a road I couldn’t predict | |
| With wild kicks and crazy kicks | |
| Spent a lot of miles building up my name | |
| Driving through the wind and the rain | |
| Working that circuit that has no end | |
| Looking out for danger round the twisted bends | |
| Now I’m back home for a while with a smile | |
| And my garden’s full of summer weather | |
| Gonna keep on with the work tho it sometimes hurts | |
| When you’re looking at the fields of forever | |
| Looking at the fields of forever | |
| Lived myself some lives a long time back | |
| Took me down some strange dark tracks | |
| Good times and troubles you would not believe | |
| Fighting through a jungle full of pirates and thieves | |
| Used a lot of money running from the truth | |
| Didn’t add up to nothin but the blues | |
| Didn’t ever fall but I sometimes stumbled | |
| Always got up when I heard the wheels rumble | |
| Now I’m back home etc | |
| Now I’ve been singing that same number | |
| For as long as I can remember | |
| People still love that sound | |
| Of the night coming down | |
| Gonna sing that song for a million years | |
| Gonna sing that song for a thousand years | |
| I’m back home etc |
| Wrote myself a sad song a million years ago | |
| It took off down a road I couldn' t predict | |
| With wild kicks and crazy kicks | |
| Spent a lot of miles building up my name | |
| Driving through the wind and the rain | |
| Working that circuit that has no end | |
| Looking out for danger round the twisted bends | |
| Now I' m back home for a while with a smile | |
| And my garden' s full of summer weather | |
| Gonna keep on with the work tho it sometimes hurts | |
| When you' re looking at the fields of forever | |
| Looking at the fields of forever | |
| Lived myself some lives a long time back | |
| Took me down some strange dark tracks | |
| Good times and troubles you would not believe | |
| Fighting through a jungle full of pirates and thieves | |
| Used a lot of money running from the truth | |
| Didn' t add up to nothin but the blues | |
| Didn' t ever fall but I sometimes stumbled | |
| Always got up when I heard the wheels rumble | |
| Now I' m back home etc | |
| Now I' ve been singing that same number | |
| For as long as I can remember | |
| People still love that sound | |
| Of the night coming down | |
| Gonna sing that song for a million years | |
| Gonna sing that song for a thousand years | |
| I' m back home etc |
| Wrote myself a sad song a million years ago | |
| It took off down a road I couldn' t predict | |
| With wild kicks and crazy kicks | |
| Spent a lot of miles building up my name | |
| Driving through the wind and the rain | |
| Working that circuit that has no end | |
| Looking out for danger round the twisted bends | |
| Now I' m back home for a while with a smile | |
| And my garden' s full of summer weather | |
| Gonna keep on with the work tho it sometimes hurts | |
| When you' re looking at the fields of forever | |
| Looking at the fields of forever | |
| Lived myself some lives a long time back | |
| Took me down some strange dark tracks | |
| Good times and troubles you would not believe | |
| Fighting through a jungle full of pirates and thieves | |
| Used a lot of money running from the truth | |
| Didn' t add up to nothin but the blues | |
| Didn' t ever fall but I sometimes stumbled | |
| Always got up when I heard the wheels rumble | |
| Now I' m back home etc | |
| Now I' ve been singing that same number | |
| For as long as I can remember | |
| People still love that sound | |
| Of the night coming down | |
| Gonna sing that song for a million years | |
| Gonna sing that song for a thousand years | |
| I' m back home etc |