In sunny fog
In sunny glow
Her shimmering spiderwebs 
spoke to us.
The Celery Fields
moved through us.
The Celery Fields
spoke to us.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

Pink birds without any grace
Blackbirds who know all our secrets 
Immortal plants whose muscles swell
They're stronger than our
scattered misty minds.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

Here it's a little like the moors
But this ain't no Bronte book
We've heard the world laugh at us
We all arrived here in a tragic story.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

But if you find yourself wondering nearby
Come on to the Celery Fields
Where the celery grows no more.

You will almost love her,
The Celery Fields
She will almost take you in,
The Celery Fields
Her beauty becomes you,
The Celery Fields.

She's close to something 
So picture something good.
She said picture something good
She said picture something good
She said picture something good.
The Celery Fields.

Green Lassie Blues 2020

The Celery Fields (take two)

I've enjoyed making and recording some music while trying to help nurture our boys' love of music. Paintings made my me. Green Lassie Blues, Christy Boyer

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