Wild Wheat

The Wind Blows O`re The Plains
Through The Wild Wheat
Wild Wheat That`s Never Reaped
Wild Wind, Wild Wind, Wild Wheat

And Then The Stillness Comes
And Heat Of August Sun
The Earth Is Parched And Dry
All Living Now Must Die

Wild Wheat against the Sky
Once Young Now Brown And Dry
All Signs Of Life Are Gone
Yet In Still Earth The Roots Live On

It`s Seeds Of Life Are Sown
Wind Blown Far A Field
All Little Ones Must Fly
Wild Wheat Will Never Die

Sigrid Valdis