[Intro][Ambient Art-Rock][Melancholic Cello][Shimmering Guitars]
(Instrumental intro, cello melody slowly unfurling, guitars adding atmospheric washes)

[Verse 1][English Field's Perspective][Patient Memory]
I am the quiet green, the ancient ground,
Beneath the whisper of the passing breeze.
I’ve felt the farmer’s boot, the turning plough,
Watched seedlings stretch their necks to reach the trees.
The sun, a golden eye, has traced my days,
The moon, a silver tear, has soothed my nights.
I hold the memory of forgotten ways,
And witness silent, slow, unfolding lights.

[Verse 2][Land Sold][Shadows Lengthen]
Then came the papers, crisp and alien,
A hurried hand that marked me for a price.
The familiar scent of soil began to wane,
Replaced by whispers of a new device.
The old stone wall, my neighbor for so long,
Felt the surveyor’s chain, a jarring sound.
The birds still sang their sweet, familiar song,
But change was stirring deep within the ground.

[Chorus][Art-Rock Swell][Subtle Sorrow]
And I, the patient field, I watched it all,
The rise and fall, the laughter and the dread.
A silent witness, waiting for the call
Of seasons turning, life that’s newly spread.
A subtle sorrow in the rustling wheat,
A timeless memory, a gentle sigh.
Human dramas, fleeting and so sweet,
Beneath the vastness of the English sky.

[Verse 3][Lunatic Asylum][Haunting Echoes]
They dug foundations, deep into my core,
And raised the walls of stone, both grim and tall.
No longer laughter echoing from the door,
But muted cries that seemed to softly fall.
The restless souls, who walked my fields in pain,
Their whispered secrets carried on the air.
I bore their burdens, felt their frantic strain,
A silent sanctuary for their despair.

[Bridge][Centuries Passing][Atmospheric Guitars]
The centuries have drifted, dust and time,
The asylum crumbled, then was built anew.
I’ve seen the children’s games, the lovers’ climb,
The quiet moments when the world felt true.
The wars have passed, their echoes on the wind,
The cities spread their concrete, hungry arms.
But still I lie here, where my roots begin,
Observing all the fleeting human charms.

[Chorus][Art-Rock Swell][Timelessness]
And I, the patient field, I watched it all,
The rise and fall, the laughter and the dread.
A silent witness, waiting for the call
Of seasons turning, life that’s newly spread.
A subtle sorrow in the rustling wheat,
A timeless memory, a gentle sigh.
Human dramas, fleeting and so sweet,
Beneath the vastness of the English sky.

[Outro][Ambient Fade][Melancholic Cello Reprise]
(Cello melody returns, more somber now. Guitars shimmer and fade. The sound of wind.)
Just green… and memory…
(Fade out)