There's a man in the filed with a candle in hand

And he walks on the hills and he talks in the land

When you call out to him, he disappears

But I know he's there still, the man in the field

There's a man in the field, I once knew him close

But now I only feel the chill of his ghost

And I used to be who he trusted most

Now I don't know how it feels for the man in the field

Oh-oh, oh

When he set that old house on fire

Oh-oh, oh

The place I grew up as a child

Oh-oh, oh

He's mine and the land grew out

But I'm searching still

For the man in the field

There's a man in the field and I've seen him cry

I've lost count of the times that I told him goodbye

But I knew he was gone by the look in his eye

No, I know I can hear the man in the field

There's a man in the field and he's stuck in the past

And he don't understand that don't nothing last

If he was more of man, he'd give all the love back

But he robs and he steals, the man in the field

Oh-oh, oh

When he set that old house on fire

Oh-oh, oh

The place I grew up as a child

Oh-oh, oh

He's mine and the land grew out

But I'm searching still

For the man in the field

There's a man in the field, he's lost in between

The Moon and the Sun, the dead intervene

And if you listen close to the song of the wind

He's singing at the hills, the man in the field

But I know he's there still, the man in the field

The man in the field, the man in the field