Fields Of Gray

(by B.R. Hornsby)

When the night lies so still
Before I go to sleep
I come by, I come by
Just to look at you
In the dim light I say
That in my own small way
I will try, I will try
To help you through

There´ll be blue skies falling
There´ll be bad scenes and bad dreams
In a world so uncertain
Through the clouds it´s hard to see
I will grab you and lift you
As you hold on tight and sway
We´ll go walking
Across the fields of gray

There´s a place I can go
When the world gets me down
When nothing, when nothing
Goes quite right it seems
As I look there I know
Fortune smiles on me so
But who knows, no one knows
About tomorrow

There´ll be blue skies falling
There´ll be bad scenes and bad dreams
In a world so uncertain
Through the clouds it´s hard to see
I will grab you and lift you
As you hold on tight and sway
We´ll go walking
Across the fields of gray

When I was younger I saw things in black and white
Now all I see is a sad, hazy gray
Sometimes I see a narrow flash of light
Sometimes I look and you show me the way

No matter what else happens
What the future will be
In a world so uncertain
Through the clouds it´s hard to see
I will grab you and lift you
Calm your fears if you´re afraid
We´ll go walking
Across the fields of gray

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