Fields.

It's been a long time

Since we talked

Call me back when you're free

I left him a voicemail that reads

Dear Grandad, it's been so many months that I haven't called

Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list

All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad

Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do

And it's weird that I wear lipstick then put a kiss on the back of my hand

So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone

But how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, Grandad?

'Cause right now, I could use a call home

I just wanna be free

You see

Like a child rolling down a hill

In a field of golden and green

Where every burden that weighs on me

Will fall away like a soft rain

And fall into a stream

In a field of golden and green

I want to be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room

Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me Clair de lune

My goodness me, where did all the time go?

When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into bed

To this grown-up, Grandad? Is this as good as it gets?

My other pillows never touched, it gathers dust and yet

I pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed

And I'll have a zest for life like when I was eighteen

You see

I just wanna be free

Free of every single care

In a field of golden and red

And every burden that weighs on me

Will fall away like a soft rain

Fall into a stream

In fields of golden and green

Grandad

Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken

There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you

You asked me if I ever get lonely

But you can feel lonely in a crowded room

Spoken like a true poet

Grandad is a songwriter, you see

We were both born little with big dreams

And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day

He wrote and he wrote till his hands hurt with pain

Then he said something to me, it brought these tears to my eyes, he said

"Who will hear my songs when I die?"

And I told him, "Grandad, so long as God gives me life

I will practise your song and I will give it my best try"

You see

I just wanna be free

Free of every single care

In a field of golden and red

And every burden that weighs on me

Will fall away like a soft rain

Fall into a stream

In fields of golden and green

Fields of golden and

Free

I don't wanna be crying

I just wanna be joyful

I don't wanna feel sad no more

I just wanna be free

I don't wanna be crying

I don't wanna be sad no more

I just wanna feel glory, Lord