Asleep I am, Yet awake
In fields of wheat my mind does make
Rich I am in all this gold
All the beauty it beholds

Not a street within my eyes
Where yellow meets clear blue skies
I stand alone as I am one
In fields of gold under the sun

To my dismay I am returned
My skin is pink , like a burn
My fields of gold I see no more
I was rich but again I'm poor

Written by E.Rushton