Standard (EADGBE)
Summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul
I climb higher move towards the fire blaze sun
Silver trees and a whispering breeze are my sight and my sound
The thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path when I'm
wandering here alone
I climb higher move towards the fire so blaze sun
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky pale fading sun