Fields of Progeny

Old melody that I tried to learn

When I gave myself over to it

Learned every step and my efforts were met

When it rain and it told and it sang

Panel on strings, familiar rings

If the line is a chain past today

Then each fielder I played is another that stayed

To turn himself into the link

And he’s still up here somewhere I think

And I hear the old voices singing

This song will never land

It was here long ago and continues to grow

In the fields of progeny

In the fields of progeny

Where is the culture you ask? I don’t know

And when is the future you ask? I don’t know

Is it locked in the ice?

Is it under the frost?

I can hardly hear the heart beating

But it’s under the snow I suppose

And where is the history?

And where is the memory?

Where is the language that I used to know?

Is it locked in the ice?

Is it under the frost?

I can hardly hear the heart beating

But it’s under the snow I suppose

And I hear the old voices singing

This song will never land

It was here long ago and continues to grow

In the fields of progeny

In the fields of progeny