"Folk Song" lyrics - THE SUNDAYS

Summer sky and a throat bone dry
And all the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
And it stoned me to my soul

[Chorus:]
I climb higher, move towards the fire
Blaze, sun

Silver trees and a whispering breeze
Are my sight and my sound
The thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
When I'm wandering here alone

[Chorus:]
I climb higher, move towards the fire
So, blaze, sun

[Outro:]
Watch until it dies, slow-falling from the sky
Pale fading sun