The Fields Have Turned Brown

              D 
I left my old home, to ramble this country 
               G                       D 
My mother and dad, said son don't go wrong. 
               G                      D 
Remember that God, will always watch over you. 
                 A                       D 
And we will be waiting, for you here at home. 
 
              G                         D 
Son don't go astray, was what they both told me. 
                A                     D 
Remember that love, for God can be found. 
                      G                      D 
But now they're both gone, this letter just told me. 
                        A                             
D 
For years they've been dead, the fields have turned 
brown.  
 
 
For many long years, I've travelled in sorrow. 
No thought of the day, when I would return. 
Now as I come home, and find no one waiting, 
the price I have paid, to live and to learn. 
 
(Chorus)