We follow clouds (we follow clouds) Up in the air (up in the air)
Your sunny fields of green I love your taste of freedom
To smell your summer rain With your sunlight on my face
The golden fields (the golden fields) They softly bow (they softly bow)
Your sunny fields of green I love your taste of freedom
To smell your summer rain With your sunlight on my face
Tell the whole wide world That I save my love for her
Your sunny fields of green I love your taste of freedom
To smell your summer rain With your sunlight on my face
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