Dewy Fields - Bel Canto

Go 
Go to seek and find 
What you're hoping for 
Come 
The treasure is yours 
You're running out of time 
When morning comes 
Your dreams are real 
In dewy fields 
Your trace is left behind 
So very little time 
So very little hope 
You're longing for someone 
While the rain is falling down 
Searching, looking, hoping for someone 
You're crossing the dewy fields
You're walking in the woods 
There's someone catchine up 
They're someone watching over you
Keeping secret your precious thing 
Your treasure is 
Your enemy