Field Of ST.Etienne

THROUGH THE FIELDS OF ST ETIENNE AMIDST THE CORN I WANDER, IN MY HAND A EAR OF CORN THE MORNING DUE HAS KISSED. HERE BENEATH THESE SKIES I LAY WITH MY LOVER WHILE THE SUMMER WINDS GATHER CLOUDS OF WAR, AU REVOIR MY LOVE THOUGH THE REASONS PASS ME WHY WE CANT REMAIN IN THE FIELDS OF ST ETIENNE. WAVING PROUDLY, SINGING LOUDLY, BEING YOUNG AND FOOLISH, HE WAS GOING NEVER KNOWING HE WOULD NOT RETURN, SINGING SONGS OF WAR FILLED WITH GOD AND COUNTRY MARCHING DOWN THE ROAD WITH THE BOYS THAT DAY, AU REVOIR MY LOVE, THOUGH THE REASONS PASS ME WHY WE CANT REMAIN IN THE FIELDS OF ST ETIENNE.