White Fields - The Escape Club

I feel it’s time to go

But how or where to, I don’t know

A man came with a letter in hand

And he said that the company had taken our land

And they came with tractors and plows

Into the valley that used to be ours

And the seeds were sown

And now we will go

Down to the white fields

The white fields that grow so deep

And we’ll go down to the white fields

And work hard to reap the harvest grown

And then the company set up a store

Where we could buy all our food and a little bit more

Yeah, you don’t work, don’t get no pay

There’s plenty more who would kill for less today

And then the flower that colors the fields

Colors our minds, makes it hard to feel

And the seeds are sown

And now we will go

Down to the white fields

The white fields that grow so deep

And we’ll go down to the white fields

And work hard to reap the harvest grown

And they came with tractors and plows

Into the valley that used to be ours

And the seeds were sown

And now we must go

Down to the white fields

The white fields that grow so deep

And we’ll go down to the white fields

And work for our keep

Down to the white fields, the white fields

And work hard to reap the harvest grown

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