Flat and wide the fields stretched without end
The burning stubble sent the smoke up high
The orange flames glowed brighter than the sky.
Oh holy fire could your flames heal and mend?
A
After harvest comes the burning time
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Flat and wide the fields stretched without end
The burning stubble sent the smoke up high
The orange flames glowed brighter than the sky.
Oh holy fire could your flames heal and mend?
A
How my heart sings 