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