From Field to Field Video (MV)

How sweet she roamed from field to field
And tasted all the summer's pride
Til she, the prince of love beheld
I, in the sunny beams did glide

I showed her lilies for her hair
Blushing roses for her brow
I led her through my gardens fair
Where golden treasures grow

With sweet May dew her wings were wet
And Phoebus filled her vocal rage
I caught her in my silken net
And shut her in my golden cage

Now I love to hear her sing
Laughing while I play with she
And stretching out her golden wing
I mock her loss of liberty

How sweet she roamed from field to field
I roam no more, he will not yield
How sweet she roamed from field to field
I roam no more, he will not yield
How sweet she roamed from field to field