Saturday, January 07, 2006

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

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon 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
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
We’ll walk in the 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
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
- Fields of gold, Sting.

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4 Comments:

Blogger damned said...

I think I love sting.

January 07, 2006 11:15 PM  
Blogger search said...

remember listening to it for the first time in some oldies cassette that my dad owned back in karachi .couldnt manage to listen to the song for a couple of years after that due to reasons.the cassette got misplaced and so did everything else.
then one fine day,with my carrying habit,i downloaded this song randomly.flash back and i fell in love with it again.

although like always, i am sick of the song but i remember this song doing wonders.i think its one of those that manages to touch you deep.

:).


oh my god!who asked for all those details ?

*slaps herself for being this efficiently silly and leaves*

January 08, 2006 2:02 AM  
Blogger Natasha said...

this song cannot be beaten. it's too contagious :)

January 08, 2006 3:48 AM  
Blogger Sadaff said...

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 the fields of gold

this stanza makes me melt, poora
:(

January 08, 2006 11:13 AM  

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