The Field of Play Songtext

von John Martyn

The fields they redden slowly,
As every player is laid low,
The guns are never silenced,
As every single orphan knows.

Time may break your heart, your love will go forever,
Time may break your heart, your love will carry on,
Time may break your heart, your love will go forever,
Time may break your heart, your love will carry on.

Evening turns to darkness,
As the cliché always says,
The rain begins to fall,
The mayhem, the madness, end it all,
End it all right now. Last war.

Time will break your heart, your love will last forever,
Time may break your heart, your love will carry on,
Time may break your heart, your love will last forever,
Time may break your heart, your love will carry on.

Tell me.

Time can break your heart, your love will carry forward,
Time will break your heart, your love will carry on,
Time will break your heart, these wars and troubles only.

These wars and time might try to break your heart but your love will carry on,
The fields seem so empty now, no enemies left,
Your heart is sore, your mind bereft,
The time you got gonna break your heart,
The time you got maybe break your heart,
But your love?

Time can't break my heart.
Time may break your heart, all the madness, all the mayhem flies away,
You got the power of love,
Time will break your heart but your own love will carry on,
The love you have inside, impeccable, unstoppable.

Believable, believable, it's the love you have inside,
You know yourself.