[{"id":35277352,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"Raye","albumName":"Raye - This Music May Contain Hope. (2026 Pop Rock) [Flac 24-48] - 14. Raye - Fields.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: Raye\n  album: Raye - This Music May Contain Hope. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31714168,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE\n  album: THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's been a long time since we talked\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 8520\n- text: Call me back when you're free\n  start_ms: 8520\n  end_ms: 11770\n- text: I left him a voicemail that reads\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 16090\n- text: '\"Dear, Grandad'\n  start_ms: 16090\n  end_ms: 17210\n- text: It's been so many months that I haven't called\n  start_ms: 17210\n  end_ms: 20310\n- text: Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n  start_ms: 20310\n  end_ms: 23720\n- text: All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n  start_ms: 23720\n  end_ms: 26930\n- text: Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n  start_ms: 26930\n  end_ms: 29910\n- text: And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n  start_ms: 29910\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: And how are you, Grandad? 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31752950,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE\n  album: THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's been a long time since we talked\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 8520\n- text: Call me back when you're free\n  start_ms: 8520\n  end_ms: 11770\n- text: I left him a voicemail that reads\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 16090\n- text: '\"Dear, Grandad'\n  start_ms: 16090\n  end_ms: 17210\n- text: It's been so many months that I haven't called\n  start_ms: 17210\n  end_ms: 20310\n- text: Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n  start_ms: 20310\n  end_ms: 23720\n- text: All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n  start_ms: 23720\n  end_ms: 26930\n- text: Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n  start_ms: 26930\n  end_ms: 29910\n- text: And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n  start_ms: 29910\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: And how are you, Grandad? 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(Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":36715170,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"Live at Montreux Jazz Festival 2026","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE\n  album: Live at Montreux Jazz Festival 2026\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's been a long time since we talked\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 8520\n- text: Call me back when you're free\n  start_ms: 8520\n  end_ms: 11770\n- text: I left him a voicemail that reads\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 16090\n- text: '\"Dear, Grandad'\n  start_ms: 16090\n  end_ms: 17210\n- text: It's been so many months that I haven't called\n  start_ms: 17210\n  end_ms: 20310\n- text: Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n  start_ms: 20310\n  end_ms: 23720\n- text: All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n  start_ms: 23720\n  end_ms: 26930\n- text: Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n  start_ms: 26930\n  end_ms: 29910\n- text: And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n  start_ms: 29910\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: And how are you, Grandad? 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: Raye (3)\n  album: This Music May Contain Hope.\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's been a long time since we talked\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 8520\n- text: Call me back when you're free\n  start_ms: 8520\n  end_ms: 11770\n- text: I left him a voicemail that reads\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 16090\n- text: '\"Dear, Grandad'\n  start_ms: 16090\n  end_ms: 17210\n- text: It's been so many months that I haven't called\n  start_ms: 17210\n  end_ms: 20310\n- text: Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n  start_ms: 20310\n  end_ms: 23720\n- text: All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n  start_ms: 23720\n  end_ms: 26930\n- text: Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n  start_ms: 26930\n  end_ms: 29910\n- text: And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n  start_ms: 29910\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: And how are you, Grandad? 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31763080,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE, Grandad Michael","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE, Grandad Michael\n  album: THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's been a long time since we talked\n  start_ms: 1730\n  end_ms: 8520\n- text: Call me back when you're free\n  start_ms: 8520\n  end_ms: 11770\n- text: I left him a voicemail that reads\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 16090\n- text: '\"Dear, Grandad'\n  start_ms: 16090\n  end_ms: 17210\n- text: It's been so many months that I haven't called\n  start_ms: 17210\n  end_ms: 20310\n- text: Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n  start_ms: 20310\n  end_ms: 23720\n- text: All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n  start_ms: 23720\n  end_ms: 26930\n- text: Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n  start_ms: 26930\n  end_ms: 29910\n- text: And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n  start_ms: 29910\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: And how are you, Grandad? 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":32855806,"name":"Fields. (featuring Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (featuring Grandad Michael)","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31762320,"name":"Fields. (feat. Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (feat. Grandad Michael)","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31761464,"name":"Fields. (avec Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (avec Grandad Michael)","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31754807,"name":"Fields. (feat. Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (feat. Grandad Michael)","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":34580854,"name":"Fields. ft. Grandad Michael.","trackName":"Fields. ft. Grandad Michael.","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. ft. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":34281900,"name":"Fields. (con Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (con Grandad Michael)","artistName":"RAYE","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":38819171,"name":"Fields. (Feat. Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (Feat. Grandad Michael)","artistName":"Raye","albumName":"This Music May Contain Hope. (DSP Processed)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73]It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52]Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77]I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09]\"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21]It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31]Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72]All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93]Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91]And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99]So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57]And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87]'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84]You see (free)\n[00:49.22]Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97]In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41]Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93]Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64]And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04]In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51]I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75]Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99]My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93]When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36]To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16]Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30]My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63]I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27]And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17]You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26]I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97]Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30]In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67]And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53]Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80]And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37]In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36]Grandad\n[02:07.23]Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00]There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75]You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01]But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27]Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02]We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27]And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59]He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99]Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27]He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11]And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63]I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92]You see (free)\n[02:49.42]I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99]Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21]In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56]And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16]Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36]And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96]In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39]In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33]I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63](No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84]I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68]I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44]I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51]I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93](As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44]I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59](No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47]I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85]I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":32032443,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE feat. Grandad Michael","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE feat. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":34778252,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE ft. Grandad Michael","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE ft. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":34776807,"name":"Fields.","trackName":"Fields.","artistName":"RAYE ft. Grandad Michael","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields.\n  artist: RAYE ft. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"},{"id":31699613,"name":"Fields. (feat. Grandad Michael)","trackName":"Fields. (feat. Grandad Michael)","artistName":"RAYE, Grandad Michael","albumName":"THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's been a long time since we talked\nCall me back when you're free\nI left him a voicemail that reads\n\n\"Dear, Grandad\nIt's been so many months that I haven't called\nSeems there's always something more important on my to-do list\nAll that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\nSeems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\nAnd it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\nSo I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\nAnd how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\nYou see (free)\nLike a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\nIn a field of golden and green\nWhere every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn a field of golden and green (green)\n\nI wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\nDo you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\nMy goodness me, where did all the time go?\nWhen did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\nTo this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nIs this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nMy other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nI'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\nAnd I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\nYou see (you see) (free)\nI just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\n\nGrandad\nHello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\nThere's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\nYou asked me if I ever get lonely\nBut you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\nSpoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\nWe were both born little with big dreams\nAnd he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\nHe (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\nThen he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\nHe said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\nAnd I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\nI will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\nYou see (free)\nI just wanna be free, yeah (free)\nFree of every single care (every single care)\nIn a field of golden and red\nAnd every burden that weighs on me (ah)\nWill fall away like a soft rain\nAnd fall into a stream (stream)\nIn fields of golden and green (green)\nIn fields of golden and (free)\n\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\nI don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\nI just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\nI don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\nI don't wanna be sad no more\n(No more, no more, no more, no more)\nI just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\nI just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] It's been a long time since we talked\n[00:08.52] Call me back when you're free\n[00:11.77] I left him a voicemail that reads\n[00:16.09] \"Dear, Grandad\n[00:17.21] It's been so many months that I haven't called\n[00:20.31] Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list\n[00:23.72] All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad\n[00:26.93] Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do\n[00:29.91] And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand\n[00:33.99] So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone\n[00:37.57] And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n[00:40.87] 'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n[00:46.84] You see (free)\n[00:49.22] Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n[00:52.97] In a field of golden and green\n[00:56.41] Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[00:59.93] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:03.64] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[01:07.04] In a field of golden and green (green)\n[01:09.51] I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n[01:14.75] Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n[01:18.99] My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n[01:21.93] When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n[01:25.36] To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:27.16] Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:29.30] My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:32.63] I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:36.27] And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n[01:39.17] You see (you see) (free)\n[01:41.26] I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n[01:44.97] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[01:48.30] In a field of golden and red\n[01:51.67] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[01:55.53] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[01:58.80] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[02:02.37] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[02:06.36] Grandad\n[02:07.23] Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n[02:13.00] There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n[02:16.75] You asked me if I ever get lonely\n[02:19.01] But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n[02:21.27] Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n[02:25.02] We were both born little with big dreams\n[02:27.27] And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n[02:30.59] He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n[02:33.99] Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n[02:37.27] He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n[02:40.11] And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n[02:43.63] I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n[02:47.92] You see (free)\n[02:49.42] I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n[02:52.99] Free of every single care (every single care)\n[02:56.21] In a field of golden and red\n[02:59.56] And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n[03:03.16] Will fall away like a soft rain\n[03:06.36] And fall into a stream (stream)\n[03:09.96] In fields of golden and green (green)\n[03:13.39] In fields of golden and (free)\n[03:20.33] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n[03:23.63] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[03:26.84] I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n[03:33.68] I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n[03:40.44] I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n[03:47.51] I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n[03:50.93] (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n[03:54.44] I don't wanna be sad no more\n[03:57.59] (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n[04:00.47] I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n[04:03.85] I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n[04:09.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fields. 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Do you get lonely too, grandad?\n  'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)\n\n  You see (free)\n  Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)\n  In a field of golden and green\n  Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In a field of golden and green (green)\n\n  I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room\n  Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me \"Clair de lune\"\n  My goodness me, where did all the time go?\n  When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into to bed\n  To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  My other pillow's never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n  And I'll have a zest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)\n\n  You see (you see) (free)\n  I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free) (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n\n  Grandad\n  Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken\n  There's not a day passes by when I don't think of you\n  You asked me if I ever get lonely\n  But you can feel lonely in a crowded room\n\n  Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?\n  We were both born little with big dreams\n  And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day\n  He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote 'til his (my) hands racked with pain\n  Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes\n  He said, \"Who will hear my songs when I die?\"\n  And I told him, \"Grandad, so long as God gives me life\n  I will practice your song and I will give it my best try\"\n\n  You see (free)\n  I just wanna be free, yeah (free)\n  Free of every single care (every single care)\n  In a field of golden and red\n  And every burden that weighs on me (ah)\n  Will fall away like a soft rain\n  And fall into a stream (stream)\n  In fields of golden and green (green)\n  In fields of golden and (free)\n\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more)\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)\n  I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)\n  I just wanna be free (\"for music is medicine\", she cried from her soul)\n  I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)\n  (As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)\n  I don't wanna be sad no more\n  (No more, no more, no more, no more)\n  I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love)\n  I just want to feel glory, Lord (you'll always be grandad's little girl)\n"}]