| Song | Fields Of Progeny |
| Artist | Great Lake Swimmers |
| Album | New Wild Everywhere |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Old melody that I tried to learn | |
| When I gave myself over to it | |
| Learned every step and my efforts were met | |
| When it rain and it told and it sang | |
| Panel on strings, familiar rings | |
| If the line is a chain past today | |
| Then each fielder I played is another that stayed | |
| To turn himself into the link | |
| And he’s still up here somewhere I think | |
| And I hear the old voices singing | |
| This song will never land | |
| It was here long ago and continues to grow | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| Where is the culture you ask? I don’t know | |
| And when is the future you ask? I don’t know | |
| Is it locked in the ice? | |
| Is it under the frost? | |
| I can hardly hear the heart beating | |
| But it’s under the snow I suppose | |
| And where is the history? | |
| And where is the memory? | |
| Where is the language that I used to know? | |
| Is it locked in the ice? | |
| Is it under the frost? | |
| I can hardly hear the heart beating | |
| But it’s under the snow I suppose | |
| And I hear the old voices singing | |
| This song will never land | |
| It was here long ago and continues to grow | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| In the fields of progeny |
| Old melody that I tried to learn | |
| When I gave myself over to it | |
| Learned every step and my efforts were met | |
| When it rain and it told and it sang | |
| Panel on strings, familiar rings | |
| If the line is a chain past today | |
| Then each fielder I played is another that stayed | |
| To turn himself into the link | |
| And he' s still up here somewhere I think | |
| And I hear the old voices singing | |
| This song will never land | |
| It was here long ago and continues to grow | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| Where is the culture you ask? I don' t know | |
| And when is the future you ask? I don' t know | |
| Is it locked in the ice? | |
| Is it under the frost? | |
| I can hardly hear the heart beating | |
| But it' s under the snow I suppose | |
| And where is the history? | |
| And where is the memory? | |
| Where is the language that I used to know? | |
| Is it locked in the ice? | |
| Is it under the frost? | |
| I can hardly hear the heart beating | |
| But it' s under the snow I suppose | |
| And I hear the old voices singing | |
| This song will never land | |
| It was here long ago and continues to grow | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| In the fields of progeny |
| Old melody that I tried to learn | |
| When I gave myself over to it | |
| Learned every step and my efforts were met | |
| When it rain and it told and it sang | |
| Panel on strings, familiar rings | |
| If the line is a chain past today | |
| Then each fielder I played is another that stayed | |
| To turn himself into the link | |
| And he' s still up here somewhere I think | |
| And I hear the old voices singing | |
| This song will never land | |
| It was here long ago and continues to grow | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| Where is the culture you ask? I don' t know | |
| And when is the future you ask? I don' t know | |
| Is it locked in the ice? | |
| Is it under the frost? | |
| I can hardly hear the heart beating | |
| But it' s under the snow I suppose | |
| And where is the history? | |
| And where is the memory? | |
| Where is the language that I used to know? | |
| Is it locked in the ice? | |
| Is it under the frost? | |
| I can hardly hear the heart beating | |
| But it' s under the snow I suppose | |
| And I hear the old voices singing | |
| This song will never land | |
| It was here long ago and continues to grow | |
| In the fields of progeny | |
| In the fields of progeny |