| Song | Field and Flower |
| Artist | Stephen Gordon |
| Album | So Young Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh I wanna know where you go | |
| and keep your curtains cool and low | |
| Run for the river and stones it’s carving | |
| Lost in a mirror that’s lying hardly | |
| I just wanna know what you need, | |
| could’t give you up for anything | |
| Arms in a circle around the evening, | |
| we’ll be talking but barely speaking | |
| Moved in the rush of quiet breathing, | |
| kiss your smiling lips your teeth are | |
| white and cold as the moon a’hanging, | |
| hung like your grandma’s quilts and blankets | |
| Heavy in the lap of field and flower, | |
| light treads soft in the sky these hours | |
| Good as any time to tell you, | |
| dreamed of you each time I’ve held you | |
| Race for the river and sand it’s stealing, | |
| I know a place that spring is healing | |
| Dressed in shadows, wild grasses taking, | |
| the river snores beside their shaking | |
| I’m with you | |
| You’re with me too | |
| I'm with you |
| Oh I wanna know where you go | |
| and keep your curtains cool and low | |
| Run for the river and stones it' s carving | |
| Lost in a mirror that' s lying hardly | |
| I just wanna know what you need, | |
| could' t give you up for anything | |
| Arms in a circle around the evening, | |
| we' ll be talking but barely speaking | |
| Moved in the rush of quiet breathing, | |
| kiss your smiling lips your teeth are | |
| white and cold as the moon a' hanging, | |
| hung like your grandma' s quilts and blankets | |
| Heavy in the lap of field and flower, | |
| light treads soft in the sky these hours | |
| Good as any time to tell you, | |
| dreamed of you each time I' ve held you | |
| Race for the river and sand it' s stealing, | |
| I know a place that spring is healing | |
| Dressed in shadows, wild grasses taking, | |
| the river snores beside their shaking | |
| I' m with you | |
| You' re with me too | |
| I' m with you |
| Oh I wanna know where you go | |
| and keep your curtains cool and low | |
| Run for the river and stones it' s carving | |
| Lost in a mirror that' s lying hardly | |
| I just wanna know what you need, | |
| could' t give you up for anything | |
| Arms in a circle around the evening, | |
| we' ll be talking but barely speaking | |
| Moved in the rush of quiet breathing, | |
| kiss your smiling lips your teeth are | |
| white and cold as the moon a' hanging, | |
| hung like your grandma' s quilts and blankets | |
| Heavy in the lap of field and flower, | |
| light treads soft in the sky these hours | |
| Good as any time to tell you, | |
| dreamed of you each time I' ve held you | |
| Race for the river and sand it' s stealing, | |
| I know a place that spring is healing | |
| Dressed in shadows, wild grasses taking, | |
| the river snores beside their shaking | |
| I' m with you | |
| You' re with me too | |
| I' m with you |