Verse 1

Where the silver river bends,

Morning gathers in the leaves;

A quiet path, a turning page,

A promise time alone believes.

Chorus

Carry me through open fields,

Past the walls the years have raised;

Let the heart keep what is true,

Let a simple vow be praised.

Verse 2

On the table, one white rose,

By the window, folded light;

All the words we never spoke

Find their way to us tonight.

Chorus

Carry me through open fields,