The Copperfield

by Christopher Cole   Jun 13, 2005


A field of glory,
a field of gold.
A field of copper,
that's bright and bold.

Standing strong,
and standing tall.
The grass is green,
but copper most of all.

It's a fortune,
so real and true.
If I had it,
what would I do.

A beautiful field,
of copper tone.
The Copperfield,
Thats lived and grown.

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