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