Fields of Palestine

作曲：Pete St John

作词：Pete St John,Seth Staton Watkins

By a lonely porter wall

I heard a mother crying

Waladia they're taking you away

For your dad

Throw them stones at the mighty israeli drones

Now an army truck lies waiting in the lane

Low lie the fields of palestine

Where every spring the olive trees did bloom

Our love was in the toil

As we nurtured land and soil

Now it's lonely round the fields of palestine

By a lonely prison hall

I heard a young boy calling

Nothing matters mother when you're free

Against the soldiers taking our land

I tried to take a stand

Now I'm forced to suffer

Cold indignity

Low lie the fields of palestine

Where every spring the olive trees did bloom

Our love was in the toil

As we nurtured land and soil

Now it's lonely round the fields of palestine

By a lonely harbor wall

She watched the last stars falling

As the missiles lit up the evening sky

Still in hopes she dwells

Night and day for her kin she fervently prays

It's so lonely round the fields of palestine

Low lie the fields of palestine

Where every spring the olive trees did bloom

Our love was in the toil

As we nurtured land and soil

Now it's lonely round the fields of palestine