Amberly Ramble
31 August 2002

" . . . 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 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 . . ."

" . . . 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 . . ."

  
      " . . . I never make promises lightly
      And there have been some that I've broken
      But I swear in the days still left
      We will walk in fields of gold
      We will walk in fields of gold . . . "

                                                    -- Sting

  
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