Kate Rusby - Green Fields

In green fields I will lie
As summer comes on soon
And the birds above me fly
I will wait here for the moon

My heart it sings, my heart it sings
Of better times, of better things
And he will be here soon
His my old friend the moon

There's a soft breeze all around
From far beyond the hills
And the birds are rightly proud
Of the peace this land instills

My heart it sings, my heart it sings
Of better times, of better things
And he will be here soon
My old friend the moon

Oh the world from which I came
Was as dark as it was cold
But the light here knows my name
It is warm and it is bold

My heart it sings, my heart it sings
Of better times, of better things
And he will be here soon
My old friend the moon

My heart it sings, my heart it sings
Of better times, of better things
And he will be here soon
My old friend the moon