EARLY FIELDS
(Jean Ritchie)

As I walked over the early fields
I heard a song a-bornin;
It fell around me like the rain
That washes off the mornin.

O I love the pipes, and I love the drum,
I love the wild harp ringin,
But there's naught on earth can e'er match the sound
Of one clear voice, singin!

It filled the wood, it filled the sky,
It filled the fields around me.
So far away, no-one could I see-
And yet the song, it found me...

So far away, the words were dim,
And still I knew their sadness,
I knew their peace; I knew their pain,
I knew their joy and gladness.

O I love the pipes and I love the drum,
I love the wild harp ringin;
But there's naught on earth can e'er match the sound
Of one clear voice, singin!

And still I walk my fields in vain
As evening shadows linger,
But a better journey have I had
In searching for the singer...

O I love the pipes, and I love the drum,
I love the wild harp ringin;
But there's naught on earth can e'er match the sound
Of one clear voice, singin!

copyright Jean Ritchie Geordie Music Pub. Co.
. The song is entitled, Early Fields, and may be found in my book, CELEBRATION O
F LIFE (now under revision, but we have a few of the originals left). I'll just
write it out here, though, for those that might want it:
@music
filename[ EARLYFLD
JR
mudcat.org

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