FieldsofHome

Fields of Home

词/曲：Evans

Sun sets slow on the old dirt lane,

Shadows stretch like a sweet refrain.

Cows come home, the wind’s low hum—

This is where my heart feels warm.

Oh, I don’t need much to be free,

Just these fields and you with me.

Sky so wide, time moves slow…

In your arms, I’m home, I know.

Smoke curls up from the kitchen stove,

Stories told that we all know.

Daddy’s laugh, the screen door creaks—

Simple days, but they feel deep.

Oh, I don’t need much to be free,

Just these fields and you with me.

Sky so wide, time moves slow…

In your arms, I’m home, I know.

No rush, no noise, just the breeze…

And the rustle of the cottonwood trees.

( Saxophone solo here – mellow, soulful, 8–16 bars )

Yeah, I don’t need much to be free,

Just this land and you with me.

Stars come out, the night feels kind…

Home’s not far—it’s right in my mind.

Fields of home…

Always bring me back…

Fields of home…