Sometimes I close my eyes   And picture the plains   I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois   Riding again      Open skies, fertile ground   This was heaven on earth   That they found      We got what they gave   By their God we were saved   They were humble not depraved   These streets we're afraid of   Once were the fields of the brave   The fields of the brave      Where a Chevrolet rusts   By a closed shopping mall   Can you see through the dust   Where the brave ones stood tall      Buried deep where they fell   They live on in the stories we tell      They got what they gave   By their God they were saved   And I say this as I pray   I can't help but dream of   The days these were fields of the brave   The fields of the brave      After all this time   And the struggles in between   We stand next in line   With the chance we can build on their dreams   In the      Fields of the brave   Fields of the brave   We got what they gave      In the fields of the brave   Let their spirits be saved   And I pray this on their graves   There'll be a return of   The days these were fields of the brave   The fields of the brave