The trees are overgrown and leaning
Towards the winds of change
But the time for it has come and gone
And the field of sunflowers goes on.
The desert contains ravishing colors
Made by layers of time and sand
The colors are carved by wind and sun
And the field of sunflowers goes on.
As I drive by the highway I see
Many things more important than me
And the world seems far to large for me to count
Though the truth of this I'll always doubt,
Because the field of sunflowers goes on.