Tom Cloud - Cloudsongs

Butter Fields

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In the butter fields, you will find yourself
Innocent and unaware
With your hair hot to the touch from the sun, fleeting

You were running around in the back yard
You were chasing the birds at the beach
You were singing along with your pooh bear
You were squishing the mud between your feet 

You used to be some ones little angel
You didn't know of way not to be
All a sudden you notice there's a problem
"Why is every one staring at me?"
 So you learn to retreat
 like the river recedes 
 and it seem so long ago
 that the river would flow
  
You were passing her notes in the classroom
Your world became Allison Moore
You got here a box with a bracelet
She just stared at you through her screen door

You learn in a thousand other ways that
That Kind of risk means that kind of pain
And you swear that you'll never take chances
It's just easier not to make waves
 And you learn to behave  
 ike a river gets tamed
 You forget you used to know
 Where the river would flow
    
To the butterfields, find yourself
In the butterfields, you will find yourself
All alone - waiting
Innocent and unaware and free - being

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