Golden sun and yellow grain,
Fields are full of wonder;
The heart that’s sore will beat again,
Though it’s been rent asunder
Skies of blue and weightless clouds
Tell of new beginning,
Everything we lose a part
Of what life has
Of winning
Other People's Feelings
Golden sun and yellow grain,
Fields are full of wonder;
The heart that’s sore will beat again,
Though it’s been rent asunder
Skies of blue and weightless clouds
Tell of new beginning,
Everything we lose a part
Of what life has
Of winning