Sting Fields Of Gold All This Time I looked out across The river today I saw a city in the fog And an old church tower Where the seagulls play Saw the sad shire horses Walking home in the sodium light Saw two priests on the ferry October geese on a cold winter's night And all this time The river flowed Endlessly, To the sea. Two priests came round Our house tonight One young, one old, To offer prayers for the dying, To serve the final rite One to learn, one to teach Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows And all this time The river flowed Endlessly, To the sea. If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river And I'd bury the old man I'd bury him at sea Blessed are the poor For they shall inherit the earth One is better to be poor Than a fat man in the eye of a needle As these words were spoken I swear I hear the old man laughing What good is a used up world, And how could it be worth having? And all this time The river flowed Endlessly, To the sea. All this time The river flowed Father, if Jesus exists, Then how come he never lived here? Teachers told us The Romans built this place They built a wall and a temple On the edge of the empire Garrison Town They lived and they died They prayed to their gods But the stone gods did not make a sound And their empire crumbled Till all that was left Were the stones the workmen found And all this time The river flowed In the falling light Of a northern sun If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river Men go crazy in congregations They only get better one by one One by one One by one, by one One by one I looked out across The river today I saw a city in the fog And an old church tower Where the seagulls play Saw the sad shire horses Walking home in the sodium light Two priests on the ferry October geese on a cold winter's night
Sting Fields Of Gold All This Time I looked out across The river today I saw a city in the fog And an old church tower Where the seagulls play Saw the sad shire horses Walking home in the sodium light Saw two priests on the ferry October geese on a cold winter's night And all this time The river flowed Endlessly, To the sea. Two priests came round Our house tonight One young, one old, To offer prayers for the dying, To serve the final rite One to learn, one to teach Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows And all this time The river flowed Endlessly, To the sea. If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river And I'd bury the old man I'd bury him at sea Blessed are the poor For they shall inherit the earth One is better to be poor Than a fat man in the eye of a needle As these words were spoken I swear I hear the old man laughing What good is a used up world, And how could it be worth having? And all this time The river flowed Endlessly, To the sea. All this time The river flowed Father, if Jesus exists, Then how come he never lived here? Teachers told us The Romans built this place They built a wall and a temple On the edge of the empire Garrison Town They lived and they died They prayed to their gods But the stone gods did not make a sound And their empire crumbled Till all that was left Were the stones the workmen found And all this time The river flowed In the falling light Of a northern sun If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river Men go crazy in congregations They only get better one by one One by one One by one, by one One by one I looked out across The river today I saw a city in the fog And an old church tower Where the seagulls play Saw the sad shire horses Walking home in the sodium light Two priests on the ferry October geese on a cold winter's night
