Fields of Gold

You'll remember me When the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the Sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold Will you stay with me? Will you be my love? Among the fields of barley We'll forget the Sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold Many years have passed Since those Summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run As the Sun goes down Among the fields of gold Stay with me Will you be my love? Yeah, oh, oh