Fields Of The Brave — Styx

Sometimes I close my eyes And picture the plains I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois Riding again

Open skies, fertile ground This was heaven on earth That they found

We got what they gave By their God we were saved They were humble not depraved These streets we're afraid of Once were the fields of the brave The fields of the brave

Where a Chevrolet rusts By a closed shopping mall Can you see through the dust Where the brave ones stood tall

Buried deep where they fell They live on in the stories we tell

They got what they gave By their God they were saved And I say this as I pray I can't help but dream of The days these were fields of the brave The fields of the brave

After all this time And the struggles in between We stand next in line With the chance we can build on their dreams In the

Fields of the brave Fields of the brave We got what they gave

In the fields of the brave Let their spirits be saved And I pray this on their graves There'll be a return of The days these were fields of the brave The fields of the brave