Charles David Sharp

Wheat Field With Crows

Charles David Sharp


Well, I may never wake 
I'm living a dream 
Set before me all these tears I've cried 
From your memories 
Wheat field with crows 
I see the storm clouds in your eyes 
Did you see my soul there with the ravens 
Struggling to fly 
Will I still be, only the morning sun will tell
Are there angels, have they come 
Have they come to wish me well

Pray for the sorrowed hearts 
Pray for the fevered minds 
Pray for me and maybe smile 
When you think of me sometime 
Will I still be, only the morning sun will tell 
See the angels, have they come 
Have they come to wish me well 

Well, I may never wake 
I'm living a dream 
Set before me all these tears I've cried 
From your memories 
Wheat field with crows 
I see the storm clouds in your eyes 
Did you see my soul there with the ravens 
Struggling to fly 
Will I still be, only the morning sun will tell
See the angels, have they come 
Have they come to wish me well