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You'll remember me when the west wind movesamong the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
when we walked in fields of goldSo she took her love, for to gaze awhile,
among the fields of barleyIn his arms she fell as her hair came downamong the fields of goldWill you stay with me?
Will you be my loveAmong the fields of barley?
And you can tell the sun in his jealous skywhen we walked in fields of goldI never made promises lightly,and there have been some that i have broken,
but i swear in the days still left we will walk in fields of gold,
we will walk in fields of goldI never made promises lightly,
and there have been some that i have broken,
but i swear in the days still left we will walk in fields of gold,we will walk in fields of goldMany years have passed since those summer daysamong the fields of barleySee the children run as the sun goes down,
as you lie in fields of goldYou'll remember me when the west wind movesamong the fields of barleyYou can tell the sun in his jealous skywhen we walked in fields of goldWhen we walked in fields of goldWhen
we walked in fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind movesamong the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
when we walked in fields of goldSo she took her love, for to gaze awhile,
among the fields of barleyIn his arms she fell as her hair came downamong the fields of goldWill you stay with me?
Will you be my loveAmong the fields of barley?
And you can tell the sun in his jealous skywhen we walked in fields of goldI never made promises lightly,and there have been some that i have broken,
but i swear in the days still left we will walk in fields of gold,
we will walk in fields of goldI never made promises lightly,
and there have been some that i have broken,
but i swear in the days still left we will walk in fields of gold,we will walk in fields of goldMany years have passed since those summer daysamong the fields of barleySee the children run as the sun goes down,
as you lie in fields of goldYou'll remember me when the west wind movesamong the fields of barleyYou can tell the sun in his jealous skywhen we walked in fields of goldWhen we walked in fields of goldWhen
we walked in fields of gold
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