Misty Fields by Korpiklaani
I can remember the horses of the pasture
Misty mornings and cool of the evenings
I can remember when the wind whistles
In the corners of the house
I can feel the fear of the dark
When shaking under
My little bed trying to squeeze
The pillow to my safety
Riding to the grain fields
Days of childhood in my memories
Flying over the hills unforgettable
Over and over again
In my dreams I live again
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