We will walk 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,
as you lie in 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

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