The ears of corn are weaving about the boundless fieldThe ears of corn are weaving about the boundless field
The summer field is only not cultivated. oh turning blue in the distanceThe summer field is only not cultivated. Oh turning blue in the distance
The road along the yellow field goes into the forestThe road along the yellow field goes into the forest
The autumn field of tuscany, in the distance clouds bent low over the villageThe autumn field of Tuscany, in the distance clouds bent low over the village