Fields Of Progeny Lyrics

The old melody

That I tried to learn

When I gave myself over to it learned every step

And my efforts were met

When it rang and it told and it sang

Rattle on strings

Fimiliar rings

If the line is a chain past it an ink then each fiddler that played is

Another that stayed

To turn himself into the lakeand he still appears somewhere I think

And I hear the old voices singing this song will never end

It was her long ago

And continues to grow

In the fields of progeny

In the fields of progeny

"where is the culture?" you ask

I don't know

"and when is the future?" you ask

I don't know

Is it locked in the ice?

Is it under the frost?

I can hardly hear the heart beating

But it's under the snow I suppose

And where is the history?

Where is the memory?

Where is the language that I used to know?

Is it locked in the ice?

Is it under the frost?

I can hardly hear the heart beating

But it's under the snow I suppose

And I hear the old voices singing this song will never end

It was her long ago

And continues to grow

In the fields of progeny

In the fields of progeny