Fields of Gold

You'll remember me when the West wind moves
among the fields of Barley.
See the children run as the sun goes down
when you lie in fields of gold.

I never make promises lightly
and there have been some that I've broken
but I swear, in the days still left,

we'll walk in fields of gold.

Quite a personal piece, this one.
Dedicated to someone I lost.

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"Fields of Gold" written by Sting.
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