Fields of Gold.

{ Fields of Gold. }


…You’ll remember me when the west wind moves among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me will you be my love among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in
Fields of  Gold …”

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