In a field of flowers,
I look up into the sky.
I hold up an umbrella
And then I close my eyes.
There in the field of flowers,
I feel so calm and free.
Everything that once did,
Cannot bother me.
And in that field of flowers,
I begin to pray,
And tell God everything
That bothered me that day.
And even though I cannot see him
I know that He is there,
And that He loves me and loves to hear
My eve...