You'll remember me when the west wind moves
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Among the fields of Barley
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You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
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As you walk in fields of gold
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So she took her love
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For to gaze awhile
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Upon the fields of Barley
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In his arms she fell as her hair came down
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Among the fields of gold
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Will you stay with me will you be my love
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Among the fields of Barley
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You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
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As you lie in fields of gold
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I never made promises lightly
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And there have been some that I've broken
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But I swear in the days still left
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We'll walk in fields of gold
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We'll walk in fields of gold
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I never made promises lightly
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And there have been some that I've broken
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But I swear in the days still left
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We'll walk in fields of gold
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We'll walk in fields of gold
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Many years have passed since those summer days
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Among the fields or Barley
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See the children run as the sun goes down
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Among the fields of gold
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves
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Among the fields of Barley
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You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
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When we walked in fields of gold
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When we walked in fields of gold
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When we walked in fields of gold
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Fields Of Gold
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Mary Black |