Fields from Groovemeisting by Up in the Air

Fields
written by John Beccia


Deep in Central Mexico, the figure of a man
At the ending of a planted field
Standing there subservantly, a flag held in his hand
A worker of the land, a life so real

CHORUS-The fields before him stretching
Far, as far as eye can see
Who knows what sickness he'll be catching
Then wonders how it came to be


In the distance low clouds rise, the heat is beating down
You can hear the hum though far away
Now the plane comes into veiw and flies close to the ground
A white mist trailing down, a steady spray
Repeat chorus


No protective clothes are worn, there's burning in his eyes
Herbicidal sweat upon his brow
Though his flag is badly torn, he waves it toward the skies
His vision blurry-eyed, his throat is sore
Repeat Chorus


Back at home he can't sit still, he walks across the floor
Stares down at the baby in the straw
Once again, he feels the chill, again he asks the Lord
"Why is the child deformed? The night is still.
Repeat Chorus

And wonders how it came to be..........

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