Somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
She frolics in the land, in a land of endless spring
No scavengers or machines, she is free
But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
And as the cars go rollin' by, the highway hums a lullaby
And she's sleeping on the side of the street
But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me

Now I walk these hills alone with no little one
To stumble along after me
But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me
She frolics in the land, in a land of endless spring
No scavengers or machines, she is free