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
