Miracle in Itself - Ron Sexsmith

As the fields go hurrying by

In a blaze of earth and sky

My thoughts go racing too

To find their way back home to you

How do I make myself clear?

Don’t speak the language here

Don’t know my way around

I’m a stranger in this town you know

«Patience», says my heart and mind

But my soul knows it must leave in time

As the sun goes solemnly down

In the fields beyond this town

It holds me in its spell

It’s a miracle in itself you know

«Patience», says my heart and mind

But my soul knows it must leave in time

It must leave in time

It holds me in its spell

It’s a miracle in itself, you know