Here I'm lying in a field of weed
the great blue sky is all surrounding me
the rest it gives me is a marvel thing
I see a bird who's cleaning his two wings

fly fly away from all the lawyers
the screaming children playing with their toys
people [bad word] after me
to tell me what to have
what to be

I look upon the landscape and I see
In the distance there stands an old gum tree
I close my eyes and slowly sink away
in this field where I always wanna stay

oh I sleep
yes I sleep
in this field
in this field
in this field

I'm losing my sense for the time
the occupative world is there behind
I wish I could always separate
myself like this but now
it's just too late