Texty: Cranberries. To The Faithful Departed. Joe.

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

There was a time, I was so lonely, oh hey yeah
Remember the time, it was on Friday, oh hey yeah
You made me feel fine, we did it my way, oh hey yeah
I sat on your knees, every Friday, oh hey yeah

We walked in fields of golden hay
I still recall you
We walked in fields of golden hay
I see you in the summer

Joe, Joe

I sat on your chair by the fire, oh hey yeah
Transfixed in a stare, taking me higher, oh hey yeah
Precious years to remember, oh hey yeah
Childhood fears, I surrender, oh hey yeah

We walked in fields of golden hay
I still recall you
We walked in fields of golden hay
I see you in the summer

Joe, Joe

Ouh, ouh, ouh