Pakala fields

Music: Peter Sprague
Lyrics: Randy Phillips

When the world has turned to blue
Too much to do
And the people talking don’t say anything
At all, just noise
There’s a place I love to go
When the world comes crashing in
The clear green waves out past the Pakala fields

Out where the rippling wild grass sways
I find my way
Where the birdsong’s loud enough to fill my soul
With silk blue sky
There’s a place I love to go
Where the surf comes crashing in
The clear green waves out past the Pakala fields

As I savor the solitude
And I open to gratitude
The late summer sun
Illuminates my life,
All the magic and joy of it
How it brings to mind that when I let life in,
Let sadness go, I’m fully here
It all comes clear

Where the rippling wild grass sways
I find my way
And all my worries vanish as they disappear
In silk blue sky
As I watch the rise and fall
I can let it all roll by
The clear green waves out past the Pakala fields