Dewy Fields

Bel Canto


Go to seek and find

What you're hoping for


The treasure is yours

You're running out of time

When morning comes

Your dreams are real

In dewy fields

Your trace is left behind

So very little time

So very little hope

You're longing for someone

While the rain is falling down

Searching, looking, hoping for someone

You're crossing the dewy fields

You're walking in the woods

There's someone catchine up

They're someone watching over you

Keeping secret your precious thing

Your treasure is

Your enemy