Somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me She frolics in the lane In a land of endless spring No scavengers or machines, she is free Somewhere in a field of clover she waits for me And as the cars go rolling by The highway hums a lullaby 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 With no little one To stumble along after me But somewhere in a field of clover, she waits for me She frolics in the lane No scavengers or machines No scavengers or machines, she is free