After all the people picking,
People picking people apart, my love
And after all the dealing,
The hooking and reeling along from the start
Oh there´s a field, meet me there,
Out beyond rightness and wrong, meet me there.
Woman you´re living, loving you´re leading me on,
Living I´m alive sweet woman keep loving me on,
`Cause they wake up every morning
With a cradle in their hands but they pretend it´s a game,
Acting like the only place the truth could ever live
Was up on Shacklewell lane.
Oh there´s a field, meet me there.
Please come alone, tie back your hair.
I tried yesterday
Takes me so long to say but I need you to know.
Darling you show by leaving me so
The only way to hold on is keep letting go.
Oh there´s a field, meet me there,
Yo know I´m on my way,
Meet me there.
Oh there´s a fiel, meet me there.
Out beyond rightness and wrong, meet me there.
I´m on my way, meet me there.
Please come alone, tie back your hair.
After all the people picking,
People picking people apart, my love.
Nick Mulvey
