Field Notes - Owl City (猫头鹰之城)

Composed by：Adam Young

We were heading on home deasil in me

Down an old gravel road way out in the country

Tuckered out after working the fields all-day

When all of a sudden off like a shot

That dog took off running barkin' his head off

Wherever he went he went like there was hell to pay

So lickedy-split I crashed through the fields

Chasin after that hound and I was hot on his heels

When we both went over the edge of a deep ravine

As I crawled up the bank cold and soaked to the bone

A glint caught my eye from the mud where it shown

Something was buried there alongside the stream

Now the middle of a field is a pretty odd place to find

Some kind of trunk or chest or a crate

But buried under the earth I saw a corner exposed

No there wasn't a map or a note or a key

It was clearly forgotten just waiting for me

Like I was supposed to find it there right under my nose

It had laid there for years deep in the dirt

So I dug it out and wiped my hands on my shirt

I pried up the lid and excitedly peered inside

And what I saw was a sight to behold

'Cause that tattered old trunk was crammed full of gold

My eyes bugged out it was enough to make a grown man cry

Big golden bricks with a shimmery sheen

They were a staggering sight to a poor boy like me

And right then and there I knew what I had to do

So with a smile I sold what little I had

I gave my pots and my pans to my mom and my dad

And then I bought that field

'Cause it was my dream come true

And then full of joy I said goodbye to my shack

It wasn't much of a home so I never looked back

And I never questioned the choice I happily made

I said I need that field whatever it takes

You might call it foolish but I call it faith

Trusting in God so gladly you can hardly wait

And that's how I learned how a rich fella accounts

It's treasure in heaven not under the ground

'Cause betting the farm is well worth the risk

To carefully keep such a beautiful gift that's yours forever

It's a pretty good deal

There's a couple of things more precious than gold

One is your heart and the other's your soul

And you've got something you need that nobody can steal

It's a fable you see and the moral is this

Your heart's with your treasure wherever it is

And trust me when you dig a treasure will be revealed

And you never know what could be buried in the middle of a field