歌词
Oh, I sat atop the hills and tore them down
Oh, the rain it fell with me to the ground
And I fear that I soon will start to drown
In this water that surrounds
Oh, oh~
And I dream about golden fields of rye
Fields of wheat where we could run for miles and miles
Oh, my friends don't fear let's drop out bags and dive
Into these waters
These waters
These waters that surround
Oh, oh~
Amidst these dreams I can dream
And these waters
They surround