Words and Music: David Dodson
David was at a music party in Vermont on a highland farm. Above the farmhouse was a long field that ran up to the height of the land. One sunset, everyone went up to that field and sang hymns – the call-and-response kind. "I was impressed that everyone knew these hymns, and I wanted one of my own. You could see the mountains of New Hampshire and Vermont and Canada, and I thought that heaven would look like that…" (GB)
There is a land high on a hill
Where I am going there is a voice that calls to me
The air is sweet the grasses wave
The wind is blowing away up in the farthest field
Chorus
Walk with me and we will see the mystery revealed
When one day we wend our way up to the farthest field
The sun will rise the sun will set
Across the mountains and we will live with beauty there
The fragrant flowers the day and hours
Will not be counted and peaceful songs will fill the air
Chorus
I know one day I'll leave my home
Here in the valley and climb up to that field so fair
And when I'm called and counted in
The final tally I know that I will see you there
Chorus
Oh, my dear friend I truly love
To hear your voices alifted up in the radiant song
Though through the years we all have made
Our separate choices we've ended here where we belong
Chorus
Farthest Field is recorded on the album Harbors of Home