I fell asleep the other day Dreamed that I was falling And I woke up in a field of clay Voices were calling In the potter's field In the potter's field The broken pieces Lying on the ground... It was the strangest thing... Got up and began to dance around And I heard them sing CHORUS: In the potter's field Love is truly spoken Nothing is concealed 'Cause everything is broken In the potter's field In the potter's field And they sang about the garden Where Jesus was betrayed And how Judas tried to take back All the money he'd been paid How the money bought the field of dirt The money bought the mud But all the broken pieces We have been purchased by the Blood In the potter's field Love is truly spoken He has come to heal Everything that's broken In the potter's field Love is truly spoken He has come to heal Everything that's broken Everything that's broken In the potter's field In the potter's field