Kate Rusby - The lark

^FOut in the fi^Geld where the l^Fark it fli^Fes, ^AmOver the ear^Gth where my he^Fart it lies^F, ^FOh how it si^Gngs when the w^Fest wind blows^F, ^FOut in the fi^Feld where no^G-one goes. ^F

^AmOh how I'm col^Gd will you l^Fet me in,^F If you could hea^Fr me spea^Fk, where ^FI would begin, ^{G Am}Time it is pa^Gst now and ^FI roam free,^F Is it wro^Fng to wis^Fh you sti^Gll need m^Fe, is it wron^Fg to wish you^F still need^G me. ^F

^FOut in the fi^Geld where the l^Fark it si^Fngs, ^AmThere I was wa^Giting for a^Fll love bring^Fs, ^FThere I st^Good and th^Fere I fell^F, ^FOut in the f^Field that ^GI know wel^Fl.

^FOut in the fi^Geld where the la^Frk reside^Fs, ^AmHere I'll rem^Gain where my h^Feart can hid^Fe, ^FOnly the la^Grk and the wes^Ft wind know,^{F F}I'm in this fi^Feld where no-o^Gne goes. ^F