Fields

Dresden burning in the night, Coventry is still alight

Above the pain the blood and fire

Comes the sigh: we're ruled by liars

She took me from the village square

Through fields the colour of her hair

Where arrows crossed point to the sky

And fathers, brothers and lovers lie

She stopped and turned to look at me

But in her eyes no hate I see

She said for me and all the others—

No more wars amongst brothers...